The trail ends

This week trails down a narrow path where I place all my belongings in a truck and move to another city…away from everything here where I sit.   When you move you realize what beauties you have taken advantage of (the nature, the birds, the lakes, the tall grass prairie).  Yesterday I counted 26 butterflies on my ride home,  11 of them yellow.  3 dragonflies zipped past me, one hovered above at an intersection.  I found a tree I’d never noticed before.  It stood tall and strong in the middle of a field.  It waved at me as I passed it.  And I said goodbye to my favorite tree that I pass every day.  I’ve stopped a few times to take pictures of it, but they never turn out like the strange beauty she is, half cocked stretching sideways reaching for something…

You realize what friendships you have neglected.  I tend to keep to myself at bay in two circles: church and work.  Emotional investment in those two groups gets complicated quick.  I get tired of fighting for what I believe in…and I don’t like the assumptions people have that I hold the same truths as they, so sometimes it’s easier to just keep my mouth shut.  On saturday I was prayed over.  My faith feels different than many whose hands rested on my shoulders/arms/head.  But does it matter, really?  It was special.  Beautiful.  Cherished.

Thank you to you for being so kind to me.