When I opened this blog, three years ago, I intended to use it as a vehicle to state witty observations. Well, I guess I got tired of witty observations and I stopped posting.
I'm revisiting the site, and this time with a different purpose. I have great difficulty opening up to my inner-most feelings, as though someone might read and invade my privacy.
I realize that this site could prove very therapeutic in exposing my true self to me!
I have lost a very dear and motivating friend, one who has no problem revealing who she is, because she is obviously quite comfortable in her skin. A recent letter from her enabled me to commit to enlarging my world by pan-exposure of the sensitive issues in my heart and soul. That's what poets are all about, and I want to be a poet.
This is my first clumsy try:
Mountains are everything to me. God gifted me a beautiful experience in 1992, when I bought some land on a mountain and built a cabin. It was to be my retirement home and a place where my children could have future family reunions. I was fortunate enough to have lived there for seven of the very best years of my life.
Although I was mostly alone on this mountain, I never felt lonely. the very air I breathed was full of the creation of God. Forests and mountains surrounded me and wildlife abounded. I had no human neighbors, the animals and birds were sufficient.
Nothing is forever and a huge bump in the road had me leave my pastoral environment. I moved North to a small town, into a row home. And though people were everywhere, I suffered the lonliest days of my life.
