Boone this weekend. Old friends packed into a old townhouse kitchen. Coffee and rice crispy treats kept passing round. Laughter and old jokes.. timelessness in the air.
These people have walked through the awkward times, the scary times, broken times and now new times.
What joy in being known.
Driving fast round’ mountain curves, that I knew so well, while being in a place that is growing and changing. It was a blessing to be back where I once was in a new place in both mind and body.. even Spirit.
Change… for once… feels like a autumn breeze instead of lightening storm. Goodnight.