March 8, 2019
It’s been a little over 8 years since I last posted, Just reread the old post—sounded pretty pretentious. Who am I trying to impress???
Since then, we’ve moved to Brasstown, NC in the Blue Ridge of the Great Smokies. At first, it was great—beautiful, peaceful, four even-handed seasons, great church, lots of new things to learn. Nothing about here has changed, but I think I have.
I feel like I’ve arrived at a huge clearing in the road of life. Everywhere I look, It is beautiful and perfect all around, a place where the birds sing, the wild turkeys are aamazingly funny, somewhere there is a bear who has left its mark on our rat bait box, T’s health is stable.
So,why do I feel like I’m just waiting. Waiting. Waiting for what—I wish I knew. I’m busy: doing good works, I’m making new friends, there’s lots to explore, but I’m just waiting. Why?
Perhaps it is the recurrence of winter this week. Perhaps it’s the constant rain for the past 4 months. Probably I’m just feeling sorry for myself here in my stagnant little personal puddle.
