Sacha my son often asks, "Why did you leave?"
And my heart stings.
Following your heart is not always easy.
Especially when it divides you in two.
Oh, distant geese that fly overhead where are you going?
Rolling gold along the long grey paved road.
I left because I fell in love.
I come back because I am in love.
That is the gift of an abundant harvest.
But toil I must.
Rarely does anything grow without sweat, tear, discipline, and desire.
Follow your dreams
there is nothing better
except for love and usually, they go together.
Hand in hand
tug of war at times
a richness of colors
guidance to trust.
A journey far and wide.
With its twist turns is never a straight shot.
Blurred are the borders, vast is the horizon,
Home
is what I must hold in my heart.
At the end of the valley, Mount Shasta rises.
What do I see, the valley, the mountain, the peaks, or the valley?
In honesty, it depends on the day.
The varied landscape of emotion and view.
Faith takes my hand and leads the way.
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