The time has come for me to gently close the chapter of this series and slip quietly back into a more obscure place…

A place I rather prefer - and not center stage.

As I sit here, one evening before I quietly close the window into my little world - 30 days of sharing…

I am surrounded…
Knee-deep in the world
of life and death.

Swinging back and forth
polar extremes -
The fight to live.
The desperation to die.

“In the beginning was the Word (Jesus) - and the Word (Jesus)
was with God - and the Word (Jesus) was God…”
John 1

Sometimes it’s important to go back to beginnings… and remember…

GOD

I once heard a quote that I’d love to cite -but have never found the author to give them credit….

“The further from home you travel - the more perspective you gain of home…”

It’s pretty ambitious to imagine packing up a campsite and hitting the road by 7 AM… Then driving non-stop home -ten and a half hours…

So ambitious that it was impossible with the traveling campers…and traffic…and a million needs…

Napping was inevitable after shivering all night in the tent - huddled up to Leah Margaret with a tree root piercing squarely into my back all night…

Acadia… We awoke about an hour and a half from the Acadia park entrance…

Seven plus hours later…we managed to crisscross beautiful backroads, the Chicken Barn used book store Fort Knox and observatory tower…

A year ago, I published a photo to my blog with the caption, “That moment, when fear loses it’s grip… All is forever changed.  “ It was true then and still true today.

Sometimes a good laugh can fix a million minute problems…

Like when I used the commode, today, as a step-stool - in order to get the camping gear into the sky box of the van…

And as I crammed the final sleeping bag way into the far corner - the commode tilted…

I have ten more little entries -I’ve committed to making for this 30 Day “Rooted” series… Tonight and nine more…

As the sun sets today,on Day Nineteen - I am deeply aware of my need for wisdom. My need for compassion… Gentleness…Patience… Long-Suffering…

Tonight - mostly - wisdom…

Day Nineteen is closing with a bang… Sort of an abrupt kind of endingto a strange sort of day…

I am thankful for my husband who walked silently…

As the sun slowly sets on Day Eighteen - Three small words have spent the day rolling around inside my heart - like marbles crashing against the side of a plastic cup…

Tonight, as Day Seventeen ends on Nanny Island - I am grateful…I’m exhausted. But, I’m grateful…

It is probably impossible for me to make it thirty days straight without mentioning my garden at some point. Day Sixteen found me deep inside the pea tunnels…

So often these days I feel as though my hands are tied as my life isn’t quite my own right now. Sometimes it’s places I’d like to go. Sometimes it’s things I’d like to do…

Every pregnant momma knows -she needs to wait the WHOLE nine+ months for her baby to arrive…As mommas we know it - But those last few months and weeksand days…

Day Thirteen is ending with a giant full moon rising ever so slowly across the night sky… I stood for a moment tonight, pondering its majesty… and remembered …

In the midst of this tiny little hospice world - we have a high school GRADUATE! Tonight, I prepared the last documents for his high school diploma…

If, on the eve of Day Eleven, I could catch a glimpse too far into the future - it would be just that - TOO FAR… When He says, “My grace is sufficient for you…