Today I felt an urge to drive to the old homestead
in Port Orchard and surprise the folks with a visit.
the smile on Moz’s face when she saw me
walk in the door.
Dad scaling the stairs to greet me.
taking a walk through the woods to the creek,
looking for new spring buds on the alders,
and squirrels scrambling through the cedars.
for a place that no longer exists
– Karen Molenaar Terrell
I understand this completely. I often long for a place that no longer exists. Love, Rick
Dear Rick – I think this is a universal theme – we’re all looking for home, aren’t we? Love, Karen
Yes, it does still exist in your thought – safe and secure and not alterable by time or circumstance. I often go back to places I loved as a child and relive the happy memories. They are yours to enjoy and bring a smile on recollection – I am learning to not let them make me sad but grateful that I still have them and they are mine alone to enjoy and be grateful for. Thanks Karen for these blogs – they are uplifting and encouraging in these times of forecasts of doom and gloom – Good will win out and we must believe that we all will be stronger.
Thank you, Eurilda!