What you may not see in this Huntington field at sunset - is the family of deer. Also, please note the daisies. Thank God.
I’ve stayed in Indiana this summer, for those who wonder and those who don’t. Here I am, to do a bit of “hunting in Huntington”. (Ignore my propensity to pun)
Summer Occupation:
AmeriCorps Service Member - Huntington County Habitat for Humanity
(The most exciting way to describe this is that I’ve joined the national level Peace Corps; I have.)
My living happens in Huntington for the next 3 months. Yes, I’ve been here for many already. But now I am here in Huntington, not Huntington University. Here, outside “the bubble” I am discovering the goodness there is to be had. The goodness of hiking trails only 10 minutes away. The goodness of these forest trails which wind through hills, across streams, and down to rivers. These forest trails - they feel and smell and taste of the west coast. There is goodness in the line of fathers and daughters outside of Dairy Queen. And not the Dairy Queen you usually go to, but the one off of Etna, with the vintage sign. The one with the elderly woman in her purple blouse licking her vanilla cone. The one I now pass by every day.
There is goodness to be found in the house on Oak street, where I reside with lovely women in community. There is goodness to be found in low water pressure in the shower, and a back yard with a fire pit. There is goodness in the organic section of Owens.
I have found goodness in Huntington, after hardly hunting for it. I have, rather, been given goodness. May it continue.
