Happy New Years Eve 🎇

The hands of time

Tick tocking the moments away.


The final chapter

Of this book will be written,

The last period put in place.

And the book will close.

Reflection will follow.

There were stormy seas

That pounded and tried to break me.

There were times of peaceful calm,

When all seemed right.

What I have found

On this journey,

Is that my life

Is/was somewhere in the middle.

The rough seas help make me stronger.

The calm revitalizes.

In the middle, I find a cohesiveness

That makes my life’s journey

Explicitly my own.

The book is closed now.

A new one ready to be written.

While I hold the pencil ( I like to have the ability to erase)

God will guide my hand

and help me turn the page,

Let the journey continue.


Happy New Years Eve Folks!!

Therefore, if anyone is in Christ, he is a new creation. The old has passed away; behold, the new has come. (2 Corinthians 5:17)

New Beginnings (part 2)

You cannot change the past.
You can only improve on the present.”

~Michael Bassey Johnson~

The day after arriving here in Pa, it was time to move forward with selling the NC place. I’d decided to wait till the boys and I were out of the home before attempting to sell.

I reached out to a realtor who proceeded to meet my daughter at the house. She assessed my property and took her photos. I trusted her judgement on what we should put it on the market for. I was selling it ‘as is’, and while I had a number in my head, I was also realistic. She suggested almost to the dollar what I had been thinking. Good sign as far as I was concerned.

A few days after signing what needed to be signed, the house went ‘live’. It was late on a Friday afternoon. The amount of activity proved to be exciting and nerve racking…..by the end of the weekend I had multiple offers.

I accepted one which blessed me with more than I anticipated. Closing would take a few weeks….and the day before Thanksgiving it was all done. I truly had and continue to have much to be thankful and grateful for as 2022 comes to a close.

Closing here on my new place will be any day now….in the meantime, I’m snuggled in, grateful to be home.

Winter cheers

New Beginnings….

I want a home that could be a refuge and a blank canvas that will allow me to daydream, to take risks, to try and fail and try again. I want to push myself every day. I want to make every moment intentional. ( borrowed from The Rural Diaries by Hilarie Burton Morgan)

Sometimes you’ve gotta go back in order to move forward.

The last 2 months have been a whirlwind. After months of stress, anxiety, anticipation and planning, I was finally able to make the move from NC back to PA.

Pennsylvania. The place we said we’d never go back to live again. Notice I said we. The we being my late husband and I. We left PA way back in 2007 on a wing and a prayer for VA. The good Lord blessed us with a magical, exciting and fulfilling life on the Eastern Shore till Jim’s death in 2016.

His death brought me back to PA for a few months, before I high-tailed it down to NC. I knew the south was where I was supposed to be, at least that’s what I still believed and told myself.

Living in NC was ok. It’s a nice state.My youngest daughter and her family were there. I was living ‘our’ dream of continuing to live in the south.

Then Covid hit. I started having some physical health issues, as well as dealing with plenty of emotional pain and stress. It took me some time to admit that I was miserable. Happiness and joy were not a part of my life. I was just barely existing. It took a while for me to finally realize, admit and accept that in fact, what I was doing was holding on to a dream Jim and I had, and that dream wasn’t my dream anymore..it had become, quite honestly, a tortuous nightmare, one that I was trying to ignore, one that I wasn’t sharing with anyone.

I went into 2022 praying and asking God for direction. I needed guidance. I needed to find where I was truly meant to be and to find purpose in my life again. In April, I made plans and came to PA to visit my children and grands for Easter. While having a conversation with my SIL, I mentioned my thoughts and feelings and he just nonchalantly said, why not buy our house and come back. BAM! Quite literally in that sentence, Answered prayer! Just like that the spark was lit and things just started to fall into place. It felt Right.

Of course things needed to be done. It would take some time….on my end the idea of packing up a house and moving it 500 miles was daunting and quite honestly caused me a great deal of anxiety. Ended up using Pods.com which, in the end, proved to be an easy solution. They drop off the pod. They pick up the loaded pod. They deliver the pod to your new place, and then pick up the empty pod. Easy Peasy!

Pod in NC
Pod arriving in PA

My other source of anxiety was of course traveling that long distance with my cats. For us it was going to be an 11+ hour ride, not so easy with my arthritis and back pain…

In the end, though long, the ride was easy, and the 3 of us arrived safely to out new home mid-October. From the moment we arrived, my heart felt lighter. The feeling of coming home settled in immediately. The boys acclimated easily to our new space. There was a comfort, a calmness the enveloped us here.

Our little country cottage
Checking things out
Side yard
Fall visitor

But there was still things to do………to be continued 😊