Thursday, July 28, 2011

Old friends. . .

Never to be taken for granted - this place where I live - and where my heart has methodically gone about rooting itself while I was busy doing other things. The French Woods hills and valleys (along with the folks who were nestled therein) welcomed me years ago when I was a young wife and mother with my own set of ideals. How would I adapt to living in the country; in the woods, surrounded by wildlife, the dreaded rattlesnakes, unfamiliar night sounds and not a street light in sight? The French Woods leg of my journey was underway and I gave little thought to what life here would be like in 2011, other than the fact that we had found our "spot" where our intention was to make a home, raise a family, retire and grow old. What I hadn't realized was the vast treasure of friendship I would find here. Friends of all ages. Some whom I knew only briefly and some I have known "forever." Many are gone now (from this earth) but they are part of me and I of them just because our paths have crossed. When I look to the mountains, I can see them, hear them, all of them and feel the nearness of God.


How intricate, the woven paths of friends, all on their journey!
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