I'm taking a coffee break, sitting on the porch, watching laundry dancing on the clothesline, listening to the windchimes and trying hard to resist yard work so I can get back to the tasks at hand. The birds keep swooping at the feeder, making haste back to the trees where they scold me for my invasion. The few that are a little more stout-hearted pause long enough to give me inquisitive looks as if they are asking, "What are YOU doing here?"
With my trip right around the corner, I'm having my usual pleasure vs. apprehension conflict. First and foremost, when I compare thoughts of missing out on a daffodil's bloom or the first forsythia, with forgoing time with my family, there is, of course, no contest! It is true, however, as the saying goes--home is where my heart is and I never want to miss out on any of the subtle changes of each season. I remember how left out I felt last fall when I was not here for the first snowfall.
There are lessons to be learned in all things, though, and the mild (in comparison) dilemmas of my simple life are no exception. This place--this home and grounds I love to tend--are "things." Most of which will manage just fine when I am long gone. And even if they don't, it won't matter because they have neither heart nor soul--they don't "feel." My family, on the other hand, is very real, our hearts do feel and our relationships are so very precious. Things disappear and people die, but love lasts forever and relationships never die. Their essence surrounds us and holds our hands through our journey.
But now faith, hope, love, abide these three; but the greatest of these is love. I Corinthians 13:13
With my trip right around the corner, I'm having my usual pleasure vs. apprehension conflict. First and foremost, when I compare thoughts of missing out on a daffodil's bloom or the first forsythia, with forgoing time with my family, there is, of course, no contest! It is true, however, as the saying goes--home is where my heart is and I never want to miss out on any of the subtle changes of each season. I remember how left out I felt last fall when I was not here for the first snowfall.
There are lessons to be learned in all things, though, and the mild (in comparison) dilemmas of my simple life are no exception. This place--this home and grounds I love to tend--are "things." Most of which will manage just fine when I am long gone. And even if they don't, it won't matter because they have neither heart nor soul--they don't "feel." My family, on the other hand, is very real, our hearts do feel and our relationships are so very precious. Things disappear and people die, but love lasts forever and relationships never die. Their essence surrounds us and holds our hands through our journey.
But now faith, hope, love, abide these three; but the greatest of these is love. I Corinthians 13:13
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