Tuesday, May 20, 2014
Yesterday as I awoke a little rabbit was munching away in the dew dripping grass. I missed the photo moment. Today I sit in my chair, my father’s chair, as I do each morning with my coffee, watching the water which is glass textured today with barely a movement except where the sun beams down in sparkles and a solo paddle boarder comes into my view.
This is my home, my refuge. And at this moment I feel overwhelming joy and gratefulness. It’s the moments we gather up. I put my thumb between my pointer and third finger to seal it in. A wise man taught me this. I could just sit here and relish it. But I have an adventure to catch.
Our first stop today is breakfast with George and Karla and the airport to drop George
off for his Swedish adventure.
We're on the plane. British Airways always pleases.
For now, a long happy sigh mixed with giddy anticipation.
The pilgrimage. What will it bring? The second time. Is this like the second child? No expectations, just spaciousness. And trust .
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