Greetings Dear Reader,
I arrived here last Friday knowing that none of my plans were
certain. I am learning that this is the
bests way to live. There were no
expectations and, therefore, no disappointments. As I drive today, my heart is filled with
gratitude I have gathered over the week.
I am thankful for the journey here with a beloved friend. The conversation and kindness do my heart good. The friendship and shared vision of what can be, remind me to be in the moment every moment. Love and hope are good traveling companions.
The immediate call from my Son, Bezel last Friday morning
filled me with gratitude that he made sure I knew he was looking forward to
seeing me. He goes out of his way to
make time for me whenever I am in town.
His love is obvious in the way he shares it with everyone around
him. I am proud of the man he has become.
A beloved friend drove five hours one way on Saturday, to
spend time with me. He is dearer to me
than I can express. His family is one
that I treasure. I got to long-distance
teach him how I roast a turkey. It is a
memory I will cherish.
Seeing and celebrating my oldest Grandson and time with my
younger Grandson gave me so much for which to be thankful. All of the moments of conversation with them
deepened my love for them. It also
caused me to see the little ways in which faith tries to take hold in them.
Thursday, spent with Bezel and his family was rich and
beautiful. His love for his family trumps
everything else about him. He is
thundering velvet as a parent in a way that sculpts character and
stability. I am so very proud of the man
he is.
Today I drive and pray.
There were some heart hurts along the journey. My favorite waitress in the world has been
injured and is in great pain. Not
everyone who I wished to see was available.
Not everyone who saw me was pleased.
Those things are not in my control.
Loving everyone involved is. As I
turn toward the south again, Dear Reader, I carry you with me in my heart. This journey makes me long for my independence
and the Tortoiseshell. I will pray for
you as I journey. Happy Thanksgiving.
Week
of Moments – Ian Anderson
A week of moments – a clutch of days –
Ten thousand minutes of a Passion Play
Medley of quavers informs the tune
It's all too much: over all too soon
Sweet condensation on chilling wine
Traveler's palm, flamboyant tree
Fast photos ripped and lost consign
A week of moments to faint memory
A week of moments plucked from the page
Found far horizons, a sunset stage
Suitcases bulge, in silence packed
A chapter closed: no looking back
The lightest touch upon my arm
No fierce restraint, no call to stay
Hushed room maids glide like pawns to king
With pool attendants in chess piece array
Sweet condensation on chilling wine
Traveler's palm, flamboyant tree
Fast photos ripped and lost consign
A week of moments to faint memory
Wishing you joy in the journey,
Aramis Thorn
Mat 13:52 So Jesus said to them, "That is why every writer who has become
a disciple of Christ’s rule of the universe is like a homeowner. He liberally
hands out new and old things from his great treasure store.”
(͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
Every human story is part of the great story that leads to the Father
getting everything back to Good.
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A week of moments – a clutch of days –
Ten thousand minutes of a Passion Play
Medley of quavers informs the tune
It's all too much: over all too soon
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