In one week, I am leaving the house on the cove in the center of the Ozarks.
We have lived in this home for over 18 years and in the Ozarks for over 30. This land is one of the great loves of my life.
But now we leave.
Moving one thousand miles to the east. To the foothills of the Smoky Mountains and a new life.
I will miss this land of steep ridges and deep fern green hollows. And I don’t know how my writing will change. This beloved land has been my muse for now much of my adult life.
I am excited for this new adventure. And it has all happened with such suddenness and energy that I have no doubt it is exactly what and where we are supposed to be.
And with that certainty, I have little grief over leaving. I know I am being given another great love of my life in our new home. A home very much like my beloved shack in Arkansas, but this time tucked into the foothills of the Smoky Mountains in a small village in western North Carolina.
My husband is going home to the state of his birth and home to his family.
We are both going home to a place we never dreamed of until a few months ago.
I will keep in touch, Dear Reader, and I will find a voice in that new place and my writing will follow its course – The Course of Our Seasons – a new and beautiful adventure.
Our Lenten season continues.
Daily rituals of sacrifice and penance are observed
as we struggle with the mysteries of life.
This life filled with –
well, with those things life is filled with –
things that we love and suffer-
faces of loved ones, song, sun and moon,
food and warmth, the aching of need
We hold fast to breath
and heartbeat, far past the time our legs
and body have become undone.
I repent of all the sins I have committed
Just as each child is guilty and must be forgiven,
I also forgive her
for all those common sins that mothers commit
against their children
out of habit
We both repent
and with ashes marked on our foreheads
continue on with her morning ablutions
and daily baptism of water
I am so happy to introduce Theodore Valentine Everett – Theo for short. He is about 18 months old, wire hair dachshund terrier mix and the sweetest thing.
After watching the Westminster Dog Show last week, Bob and I dropped by the local Humane Society. I had looked on their website and told Bob that I thought I had seen our new dog. But I warned him, if he wasn’t there and had already been given to a family, we wouldn’t look at any of the other dogs – we would just go home.
Well, he was there and as soon as I saw his precious face, it was love at first sight! He is just the calmest, most laid back pup – a real cuddler too.
It is so nice to have a little dog in the house again – its been almost two years -and that is too long.
So he is ours and we are his and we are all thrilled!