From the birds who
were flitting about in the tree outside the bedroom window ... to the dogs who
were resting on the deck ... to the cats who seemed to be the first to sense
movement within the house (thus, "breakfast time"!) ... to the
simplicity of the blue sky, water and nature all around.
This is the most
peaceful I can remember feeling.
Not only does this
feel like a piece of heaven right here on earth, but there is something rather
serene about knowing there is nothing expected of me other than feeding the
pets and ensuring they have water. Their mere presence is payback and then
some.
I feel
"Mom" so strongly within me right now ...
Mom would love it
here. My son has put his blood, sweat and tears into this property and has
created a home. This land spoke to him from the time he acquired it, looked onto
the horizon and started dreaming of all it could be.
Nothing has come
easy. My son cleared and cleaned up the land one step at a time. Clearing the
debris and excess; building the white fence that marks this place with his own
unique signature; shingling the buildings; excavating his basement; and
literally starting from the bottom, up ... he has created "this".
Mom enjoyed the
process while my son documented the work involved every step of the way. She came
to visit her last trip home. She got to enjoy the process of the evolution and
see how far it had come. And it has come so much further.
Two years. Mom has
been gone for two years (less a few days). I think of our last visit here and
where things were at, at the time. The building blocks were all in place. Step
by step, bit by bit, this place has become so much more than it has been.
My son had a calling
to call this place "home". I can feel it in every sense of the word.
This is THE most home-away-from-home place I have ever been in my life. I feel
grounded. I feel safe. I feel enveloped in all things familiar to me. I sense
the piece of Dad within my son that helped build this. I feel Mom's appreciation
of all that has become.
This is literally
the best vacation. Ever.
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