Gosh, but it was cold!
The grandson's growth chart from the hall wall in the house
TODAY I said goodbye to our sweet house in the mountains of North Carolina. The house in which we moved to in October of 2006 with so much excitement, adventure and passion. And now I am waiting at the airport for a plane to take me away, back to the sunshine state to recover from the past week of moving and leaving.
Matters of the heart are just never easy, are they? How can one have a broken heart, and a healed heart all at the same time? When I took my last stroll through the house this morning, the memories of my first stroll through there were so vivid. I guess because both times the house was empty of stuff, just the air inside the walls, and my thoughts. The ancient and the modern, all mixed together to make the present.
I have so many things to process, so many people to thank, so many emotions to work through, and so much rest to catch up on. But truly, the gratitude I hold in my heart is so huge, what a wonderful world.
To all of you who have helped, supported and we have met on the path, many, many thanks.
Blessings to you all,
And to 546 Mill Road:
Thank you, sweet Jobe house. You have truly been a blessing and a treasure. And a big part of my little life. You have taught me so many valuable lessons about love, defeat, determination, admiration, life, and strength. I will always hold you dear. Thanks for being a teacher and a healer. Now I know why you came into my path here on earth. And that it had nothing to do with luck and everything to do with purpose. A tip of the hat, and a grande courtesy to you, dear house.
Your student and Goddess of the Verandah, St. Cheri of the Fairies