Home.

I took a break from writing. The ideas were in my head, but the words just would not flow. I wrote them down anyway. Saved them. And moved on. Consulting the ultimate Creator, I realized He was telling me to focus on other life events and experiences and He would let me know when it was time to write. That feels like now.

We returned home to Smith Mountain Lake yesterday after being gone since February 21. It was a great trip. The photo is from my journal this morning; a quick thought dump after writing “home.” I feel mentally and creatively refueled. We spent time with new lake friends and began digging the foundations of deeper relationships. Which is different when you get to be our age. We do not have the luxury of time to build deep relationships as we did in our 30s. Then, we tip-toed in and out testing the waters for a good fit. Now we dive in naked with every established quirk and irritating habit exposed hoping we will be accepted and loved quickly. It can be scary. But also, good. (Re-reading that naked line above alone was scary!)

Being home feels good. The list is still long of all the things that need to be done. Spring is on the horizon as evidenced by this week being March Mulch Madness Weekend at the Smith Hacienda. All the kiddos arrive on Friday. The men will move mulch, rain or shine and it sounds like rain. The women will brunch, shop, create (pottery), and shop some more. I am excited to have us all back together for the first time since Christmas. (Thus: the long list to prepare.)

Now I need to get off this computer and begin studying Isaiah Chapter 40 for bible study with a group of women I DID have time to dig deep with. We meet on Monday evenings over Zoom. One good thing that came out of Covid.

See ya.