Home the deep well, unending ever rich the source of who I am and the springboard to my tomorrows. Home that comes with me wherever I go and roots me when the wind tries to cause unbalance. It is my everything, it is the threads that connect and bind me, the threads of memories, faith, family, friends, threads that my parents have woven together with their very lives for the sake of their children, a deep, unending ever rich…
My life.
Ever grateful for the path that my family, community, faith have created, fortunate for the gift freely given, and that I hold with all that I am.
We had a short visit a few days with my family in Willows and a few days with our son Sacha in Seattle.
It is always too fast.
We are lucky.
I am grateful.
It ends so quickly and I leave hoping it will be there when I return.
Home.
And this trip was infused with Paradise, reminding me that nothing is forever except what we hold within.
Relationships.
Community.
Faith.
Paradise reminds me to keep what is important in front: to learn to grow in love.
To put love in front and keep it as my focus.
Not to get weighed down by anything that comes to distract me from loving.
That is the goal one that I need to work out to achieve.
Emptiness or pregnant space?
That field, that sky, that land I call home.
My inner child runs to meet the child that was happy go lucky playing in the fields behind my home.
Where is your golden field?
What do you cultivate from it?
I want to plant seeds of thanksgiving.
Thankful for the road ahead, for the road behind and most of all for the road where I am right now, rolling between both.
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