I found a poem that Mom and I wrote a few years ago.
FINDING HOME
Home isn’t just a place or a location.
It’s a feeling, a memory, a sound, sometimes a smell.
It can be someone you know …
I found a poem that Mom and I wrote a few years ago.
FINDING HOME
Home isn’t just a place or a location.
It’s a feeling, a memory, a sound, sometimes a smell.
It can be someone you know …
If you’re having one of those days when keeping your chin up feels a little too much like Olympic weightlifting, then you came to the right place.
With the New Year rushing in on the heels of the holiday season, we always end up resolving to start fresh at a time when we’re also trying to decompress from the hectic pace of the holidays. We’re eager to wind down, but we can’t help but imagine what might be achieved in the coming months. There’s so much unspoiled territory ahead. Imagining the possibilities and resolving to meet them is exciting, but also a little overwhelming. Sometimes those ambitious midnight declarations dawn on us the next morning with unexpected weight—did I really mean I’d go for all that glory …
From the nearby town of Genesee, Idaho, five horses who have eaten well and then turned their faces to the sun.
I hope your heart is full and content today and that yesterday you loved well and ate well. May you face 2012 with renewed resolve to make it your best year yet.