A change of perspective

View of Warrensburg from the top of Hackensack Mt.

I grew up in a small town (Warrensburg) on the southern-most edge of the Adirondack Park in upstate NY.  It amazes me how much smaller it seems to me now, than it did when I was a kid. We climbed the little mountain, Hackensack, yesterday and took a photo from the top. It was a beautiful day…we again climbed barefoot, at Jack’s suggestion. When we got back down and came out of the woods, we realized that we must have taken a wrong turn because we were about 1/2 mile from our car. Since Jack didn’t have his shoes, he had taken them off at the beginning of the hike (I had tied mine to the backpack), I volunteered to run back to the car. As I jogged along Main Street, and up the little road to our car, I felt a warm sense of nostalgia. I don’t know anyone there anymore, but I like visiting.

I ran past a couple of middle-aged guys working on a house, and one of them whistled. I could not believe it!  In my twenties and thirties, this happened when I ran, and I found it annoying and invasive.

My reaction to the whistle yesterday was a little different. I thought, “You’ve got to be kidding me?!” I really wanted to go back and say, “I have to tell you guys that you just made my day!” That was probably the last time I will be whistled at, and that’s OK with me too….but what a nice little surprise it was!

9 thoughts on “A change of perspective”

  1. Humm, Looking for a house in town. Close to barefoot hiking trail. A place where you can jog down main street. Where nostalgia overwhelmed you. Oddly separated from your life-mate. Men whistle to draw your attention to a house. Or perhaps the whistle was for the symmetry of your swaying gait. Finding humor in what once brought distraction. The call of home never leaves us. Interesting post to attempt to interpret spiritually.

  2. The other day my 20 year old son told me his friends think I’m “hot”. I laughed, but I must admit it made me feel good. As I pondered his statement! I thought it’s really Michael in his sweet nature wanting to make his old Mom feel good. nice mothers day gift! Love to you, Mary

  3. I love the small town I live in, so I think I know what you mean Mary about the nostalgic warm fuzzy feelings.

    It’s always great when men appreciate the feminine form.

  4. I think it’s spiritual to recognize the fun, and funny, moments that give us a little boost and make us laugh. Woo-hoo, Mary! A merry (Mary!) heart doeth good like medicine.

  5. Hi Mary – I bet you’d get a few whistles if you ran down Main Street in Cambridge too. I hope you & Jack find the house you are looking for. It might not be ready for you yet. Be patient. We wanted a house back in 2000. By the end of the summer, the woman took her house off the market. Then in 2003 the house I am now living in went on the market. When I think of what I would have chosen versus where I now live, I know that a “Power Greater Than Myself” was working in my behalf while I was finishing my 30 year Teaching Job down south.

    1. Thank you for the words of encouragement Mary Rita! Love, Mary

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