There is a patch of wild honeysuckle that I pass every day on my morning walk. The fragrance immediately takes me back to the summer of ’79.
I had just graduated from college, armed with a degree in Sociology and a heart that wanted to save the world. Because I was getting married that fall, I moved back with my parents in order to save money, (which I had none of…. did I mention I majored in Sociology?) At any rate, the job search and wedding plans kept me busy as I waitressed in the evenings to pay for my upcoming expenses.
Each morning my mom and I would take a walk on the country roads where they lived. The roads were lined with wild honeysuckle. As we walked, our conversation was filled with the hopes and dreams of a young woman about to embark on a brand new life. All along the way, the honeysuckle filled the air with the sweet, lingering hope of promise and happiness. In spite of the uncertainty in my life, I knew it was God’s way of telling me everything would be ok.
I recently graduated from college……again. Thirty three years later… this time with a Master’s Degree which had never found its way into a busy life filled with work, home, volunteering, and children. As I walked this morning, I realized that my life is much more complicated than it was back in 1979. But my heart is still full and filled with hopes and dreams. And the honeysuckle reminds me that, once again, everything is going to be just fine.
What smell evokes a special memory for you? I’m curious……