It’s been 15 plus months since I last posted. International travel compels me to keep in touch. Otherwise, I get lost in the daily hum of life.
It’s ironic because in the hum of things a lot has happened. In March of 2022 ,we bought and remodeled a hundred year old craftsman style home in Nevada and eventually moved into it. It’s a mansion compared to our “tiny” home but on the spectrum it’s still tiny. Keeping things simple.
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In June we were blessed with our first grandson – joining a gaggle of girls. The boys and their families moved on to greener pastures to pursue new jobs and new adventures. One moved west and the other north. This precipitated the sale of our home in Downtown Charleston. There was no sense being there without kids and grandbabies. We had a fabulous run discovering the Southern way of life, making wonderful friends and exploring every inch of the city, closing this chapter at the end of October.
Once more we drove across the USA sending a POD back to Nevada with our art and our infamous butcher block cart which perhaps by now thinks it’s a Marco Polo apprentice roaming the continent – Nevada to South Carolina to California to South Carolina to Nevada. Home again, home again jiggity jig….
Between our remodel, moving two houses and traversing the country we only ventured out of the country to Baja Sur for a week to swathe in our old stomping grounds.
For the first time in more than 20 years we have just one home. It was settling and a good time to lay low after returning from our road trip. Everyone had plans for the holidays so hunkered down, unpacked and decompressed.
Bill spent his free time laying out the final path of our next adventure. It’s been a few years in the making and fast approaching.
While making plans life tragically happened and for the lack of having the strength to say any more… God called an Angel home.
And then it snowed – buckets of white, serene, soft and miraculous snow…
I feel wet snow
on my cold, dry skin
As the darkness falls
to settle in.
The stars shine bright
to lead my way
Through tall, snow covered trees
which bend and sway.
I know not where I came from
or where I will go,
while strange noises crunch
the new fallen snow.
I have no fears
of this strange, dark place
where sounds surround me
without a face.
The night goes on peacefully
dark and slow,
with all beauty shining
as a glistening glow.
I have been here before
though I know not when.
As sure as I know
I will be here again.
A place that is quiet,
safe comforting me,
while the icy brook flows
’round a sweet smelling tree.
I feel wet snow
on my warm, soft skin.
It is this dark place
that I want to be in.
Then I open my eyes
and it all floats away,
As bright warm sun shines
on a brand new day.
Window panes covered
in sparkling frost,
reminds me of a beautiful thing
I have lost.
My heart tells me in hours
this day will be past,
when the nighttime comes
to me slowly at last.
I am back in the snow
so pristine and clean.
Ellen Pond
Best part of Charleston is we get to spend time with the family. Especially with this little princess – now 8 months.
