I am sitting on our patio this morning in the sun, at home. We got home yesterday from our trip. Leah came home from Ohio and our good friend Amy, who is like a sister to me, went together with our Mom to a beautiful cabin. I feel so glad for it. I was so calm the whole week we were there. I slept a lot. I didn’t hyperventilate hardly at all. I felt relaxed. I was so relaxed I didn’t feel like writing. I am sorry Leah had to go home so soon. Her life is busy and I miss her. But I loved seeing her so much this week. It was raining the whole time, so we didn’t go to the Gooseberry Falls, but it didn’t matter because we were in a beautiful place, with a fire and each other.
I have a poem that came to me while we were there. I titled it:
A Resting Place
People get busy
They overlook, overwork, get weary
keep going…and going
They ignore, signs of hope
the call to rest
leaving behind and getting away seems impossible
like theres obligations bigger than they
It’s a call often ignored
but the North Shore restores mind and soul
It gives a break from life as we know it,
providing comfort in its solitude.
Thank you Lake Superior for helping us slow down
to see
hear
look
explore what is lovely, inside each of us
Together we love
apart we long for peace and harmony
Love, Karly