Wednesday, February 4, 2015


I don't live there anymore, but I can find myself there without warning.

I can choose to go inside or sit with my back to the cool stones and  think about how blessed we were, how very lucky, so many ways, for so long. To remember the good times, the laughter, the music and the love.

I close my eyes and the wise gatekeeper, a handsome fellow with brown eyes, winks at me and says "Busy yourself babe. There's time enough, in time."

1 comment:

grace Forrest~Maestas said...

"busy yourself babe, there's time enough in time"