Unwavering

I have been up to the blue, blue sky -

 beneath the arms of the trees -

and scrambled through the underbrush

 with never a "by your leave."

I have brushed past the tickling pines,

 and the prickly vines as well,

to descend once more,

to my own front door,

with a new passion to quell.

I am here again, in this home-that-will--not-be-called-so, but my heart does not use words to name things and so is not troubled with the restrictions of the English language. Before I left, two or three days ago now, I finished Forever Hero, another Sci-fi book. Don't worry, I won't open that discussion again, not today. I will instead talk in pictures, in hopes that you, too, will somehow feel the peace that has been all around me.

I went for a hike today "up a misty mountain," only there was no mist, only grass

and sky

And paths leading no where

Yet yielding treasures all the way

Just when I was feeling that no human foot had trod the ground I walked on (never mind it being in sight of my house) I was informed otherwise

              The sky was so open, and the air smelled so good, that coming back indoors was a little hard. But I made soup, and ate it with the delicious, thick, home made bread of one of my friend's grandfather.

I ate it (oh, so good!) and finished up The Tale of Two Cities. It was a bit of a chore to get through the first parts - so much metaphor and death - but the end made up for it. Knowing Sydney Carton made up for it. More people should know him, he's not talked of half enough for my liking. In fact, I don't think a single person has ever mentioned him to me out side of a book club. It's a real pity, for his is a story worth reading. It, along with some tender pieces of beef and carrot, have added another layer of warmth to my heart – another synonym, if you will, for Here.