There’s nothing like the sense, the certainty, the promise, of arriving home.
Be it humble
Or be it grand,
A sense of peace,
Roots stretched thin drinking in life, full life, again.
I give thanks
for coming home
For the gentle rumble of the train that brought me here
For the glory of the lights on water, the path of the moon across the lake as we rumbled along the shore – coming home, coming home
And at last
the sweet sense of being
I have arrived home for the holidays! I do hope this Thanksgiving finds you able to share time and place with your loved ones, wherever that place may be. I have spent Thanksgivings in scrubs caring for the elderly, in hospital rooms waiting to meet a sister who might not live, and split apart from family. This Thanksgiving, with all my heart, I give thanks for being home.
If there is any one good thing about leaving, it is most certainly the return.
Today, I feel full of everything that makes life wonderful – good health, strong friendships, exciting plans, an open heart. What else could we really ask for?
I bought a plate through a fundraiser to support a local school – it says Celebrate Life in the center and is ringed in growing spirals by words like Faith, Family, Friends, Memories, Health, Dance, and more.
That’s what we should be doing. Always and forever.
Because this is a first post, I feel obligated to tell you – I have no idea what I’m doing. I’m playing with this whole thing, but I think a little play in life is an excellent thing. My mom keeps a quote on her refrigerator – we do not stop playing because we grow old, we grow old because we stop playing. I’m far too young to grow old – and I always will be.
Be young with me.
Current Project: Paper Moon on a Crystal Sea (NaNo shoutout!)
Successes: I finally stopped writing music scenes just because they are easier to do and started building Padgett’s journey as much as Penelope’s.
Struggles: I’m so redundant! and just rife with adjectives. RIFE, people. Wordcount padding, you say? Yes. Yes, I’ve done that.
And on the life side: I’m taking a train tomorrow! Call me old fashioned, but I’m purposely wearing a vintage dress – nothing says haunting and delightfully old fashioned like a train. And to me, dress clothes and trains go together like tea and Tolstoy. I’m telling you – I may have been born in the wrong era. When would you have born, if you could have chosen the time and place?