Wisconsin was full of cheese and jelly beans. Wisconsin is dubbed as “America’s Dairy” and so it was only natural that I had to consume large quantities of cheese while visiting. In the end I had to leave Wisconsin so that I would stop the cheese eating, but not before their cheese curds were thoroughly enjoyed. As I was driving in Wisconsin, I saw a sign for the Jelly Belly visitor centre. I had no idea this existed in Wisconsin of all places, but it seemed like a fitting random road trip stop.
At the visitor centre, they have a free train ride through their warehouse. It was fun to learn about the history and also see the various types of jelly belly art that people have done throughout the years… Truth be told I was a bit shocked that such a thing as jelly belly art exists. But nonetheless, I was amazed at how beautiful artwork could be created with jelly bellies. I was also amazed that people had set out to create artwork with jellybeans. I love different expressions of creativity and how they reflect God as Creator. So, take some time sometime to look up jelly belly art.. who knew? I’m pretty sure I would eat the jellybeans I needed and my art would be incomplete. Thus I will take up some other hobbies that don’t involve art supplies I could consume (this would include cheese art too I suppose).
So, there’s me on the jelly belly train, wearing a jelly belly hat (because it’s a working factory they ask that your head be covered). I chuckle at the image of me sitting there on the train. I often find myself in these moments where I am at places by myself surrounded by families with kids. I am thankful that I don’t mind doing such things by myself and can create fun as an adult on my own and for the great joy it brings. Amidst the joy though, there is also a longing for family and for others to share these random and fun moments with. I am getting better at noticing and identifying these feelings in those moments. I’m also continually thinking through what family means and what it means for me. I’m grateful that family isn’t always restricted by blood. I’m thankful for those who are like family in my life. Those who I can have these fun moments with and when I am by myself, I can send them photos of me on the Jelly Belly Express.
My main regret in Minnesota was not making it to the Spam Museum before it closed. But nonetheless, the drive was still quite lovely and I enjoyed a mixture of torrential downpours, sun and rainbows. I spent hours driving through Minnesota and spent the night there as well but I realize I didn’t actually see a lot of Minnesota (Spam Museum included). This entire trip I have been reminded of how interesting it is that whatever route I drive becomes my definition of that state. My experience defines the impressions I have of a place. Of course, in talking to others, I am able to get a better understanding of the things that make Minnesota what it is. Grateful for others’ perspectives on the journey as well because my view is quite limited.
Wisconsin likely has more to it than cheese and jellybeans and yet that was part of my experience there and I now associate those things with Wisconsin. Minnesota has more than fields, rapidly changing weather, spam museums and windmills.
Grief is one of those things that everyone goes through at different stages of life. It comes in different forms, varying intensities and is experienced in a plethora of ways by each individual depending on who they are and what their life has held. I have had different experiences of grief and understand it through my own experiences of loss throughout life. I have also learned a lot about grief by hearing other people’s stories that are different from my own.
I’m thankful for varying perspectives and that I can learn through listening and through sharing. Through these stories I gain a greater understanding of life beyond what my own journey has taught me. My impressions and experience of God is also broadened as I see God as much greater than what I have known and experienced. We can learn together through listening and sharing and sitting with one another through our seasons of grief (and also celebrating and rejoicing with others in those seasons as well!)
There are many more roads in Wisconsin and Minnesota that I didn’t drive. There are lots of different spots I could have stopped where others have explored. There are experiences I didn’t have. There are people I didn’t meet. There are stories left untold. I am thankful that I can continue learning and growing as I treasure the moments I have had, listen to the experiences of others and stand in awe and wonder that there is so much more about God, of this world and of others that I do not yet know.