Tuesday, February 9, 2010

Living

I am alive today. Breathing. The sun is shining through clear air in leafless trees. I am reminded of my good fortune and many blessings.

A delightful wife with love in her heart.
Edamame with kosher salt.
Oatmeal raisin cookies with cold milk.
Gentle voices and people who care.
Strength when you need it.

There are certainly times on the journey when we long desperately to be home. Our hearts seem to break and our souls ache for some small moment of relief. We arrive at unfamiliar way-points and sleep too few hours only to awaken to stiff joints and sore muscles in frosty blankets.

But, the air is clean. And muscles and joints soon loosen and soften as we roll up our gear again. Every sound is delivered to our ears as our pulses quicken and our senses sharpen. The day begins on restless horses anxious to shake the cold from their bones as well.

Such is the stuff of journeys.