I see the divine close at hand every day, and have never felt the need to find it in a church or give it a name of any kind.
Like Scarlett O’Hara, I felt like I was running back to Tara to find some strength. Only my Tara was about 1600 square feet with a cemetery just beyond the backyard.
To find a kind of shared passion with a group of fellow travelers… now that is something truly amazing for me to experience.
Although I wasn’t an innocent, I was a bit naïve. I had never seen anything like this coming…
I think most times those are the most troubling ghosts of all, the ones that are mine, the ones that are me.
showing itself ever… only a tender cocoon… readying us for the life… yet to come.
Instead of getting weary… I’m waking up. Coming out of that strange sort of summer sleepwalk, emerging like a hibernating bear of southern latitudes.
mistakes and failures, big and small, all equals now, churned together, dredged up and left awash, to remind or regret once more…
I dove right in to the challenge the house and those gardens presented. And the love of it all spread and thrived inside me.
Sometimes I wish I could go to sleep for the winter…dig down deep into the earth and wake up to new warmth and light.