looking out

the pull to write has come again--it actually hit me the other night--in the middle of the night---i did not answer---sometimes this familiar call is a comfort, sometimes a burden---

as i look off into the distance through my kitchen windowsill--now empty of the five little angels and five little nutcrackers----i admire my woodsy view---

so many hours my two oldest boys spent running amongst the many trees and exploring the wide creek at the foot of our property-----i recall a night i sat gazing at this fortress of childhood-- i wrote of their adventures--a night that threatened a storm--a night when they were with their daddy at a scouts meeting--right up the street-----i knew then, i thought, how fast those days would scatter----

i do not complain---just a vision in my vast memory of life------

as today brings this last year to an end---only because we say it ends---i stop and try to grasp it's importance

i can't----i won't-----i don't know it really--

i could go on and on about what is time---i could go much further into the true meaning of life and believe me i just might try, if i thought i had one clue about it

but alas for today, i only want to wish you many blessings and treasures, ahead of you----i wish you peace and grace and of course mercy---but be sure to issue mercy in greatness because it will return to you in like--

as my windowsill will probably adorn some new decor---perhaps something homemade---maybe something holding the promise of spring-----but i will dust it anyway---in anticipation of the view it will lead me through-