The task of Tibbett’s Wilderness has been a long time coming. The name forged by my mom and dad, the cabin, where memories were made, and land which has provided. And now…. we are in such a strange crazy place. the tasks seem relentless. But yet I keep climbing. I keep pursuing, changing, fixing, correcting, fighting through…for what and why? Because I was asked to.
Dads most favorite place was Tibbett’s. He longed to be here during the week, and couldn’t wait to get here with his truck . Or maybe get away from the crazy world he lived in or a house full of young teenagers. I wonder how he wold be handling this stay at home covid order. I bet he would be going bonkers. With his desire to make something of himself, the legend has passed on, to make something out of nothing, with nothing…into something. He would always know where I was, and I would tell him I am at mile marker. 144…. he knew I had two hours till home. Mile markers are the definite location of where we are today…except, the signs are not so clear.
As I sit and roast coffee all day long, and cointemplate this new route I have taken, I can’t stop to think about what motivates me. I sit and pray every morning, and throughout the day for friends, my life partner, my children, my grandchildren, my community, etc. just like everyone does. That doesn’t make this situation unique. What makes it unique is that I am not giving up! I have been given a task, and I have set out to run the race. It isn’t a sprint, or a hurdle…it’s a life long race.
Since I started roasting, the doors have continually been opening. New coffee farms are opening up to me. Beans are now being shipped from Ethiopia, Columbia, Brazil, Costa Rica, Uganda and much more. All with a drive, and asking for guidance, this has come to me. And I live in a town populated with 2000 people.! The message is clear, don’t give up. Don’t let the big mountain envelope you. One step at a time. One waypoint at a time. So what’s the best solution? Don’t give up and share the load with someone. Which is why I am blogging, to make a difference. I have family members who haven’t been out of their house literally since March 12. I have teachers who are learning a new way of teaching their students, and keeping them engaged, I have nurses, who are working from home to keep their babies safe. I have lineman that are essential workers, I have construction workers keeping the commercial places open, and transformed. I have a respiratory therapist who is now is quarantine because she finally was exposed to the Covid waiting out the fourteen days of incubation, firefighters who walk into houses not knowing, and first responders also putting their lives at risk. Uncles with cancer, aunties who are ina congregate living situation, churches closed down, but yet,we all keep plugging away. Again, we have been called to a higher purpose. Climb your mountain. You got this. We are in this together.