I grew up in a small town with a train track cutting through the bottom of town. Throughout the day and night the familiar sounds of train whistles broke the silence of my thoughts or dreams.
When I married and moved away, I discovered that wherever we moved I could hear a train whistle in the distance. Sometimes I found that the tracks led the trains through my new ometown, sometimes the tracks followed a route on the edge of town. I always found it comforting to hear a train whistle sending out its vibrations across the miles.
Living in our current neighbourhood out in the country, I didn’t expect to hear a whistle while walking with Dusty. But there it is like an old tune I sing by heart; it cries over the fields and farms by the river and into my soul. The train rambles on tracks following the river, but its whistle greets my ears with a fond hello.
On your walk next time, listen for the familiar sounds that comfort your soul. Whether they whistle or sigh, let the sounds fill you with a new found resolve to find contentment wherever you are.
Dusty and I will listen for “Whistles in the Wind” on our walks and share them with you as we wander.