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)

Saturdays Thought

She has to move on from here for she has places to see, more valleys to search, more mountains to climb, all in search of this idea of ‘home’……..

“By my intimacy with nature I find myself withdrawn from man. My interest in the sun and moon, in the morning and evening, compels me to solitude.”

Going Home Again

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.