Last month I traveled north-to Hancock, Maine where my Dad grew up.
It had been over thirty years since I was there. The house seemed smaller, but that was all that had really changed. I still climbed the rocks to sit at Sunset Rock, and I still sat in the front yard and picked Blueberries.
And I still took a deep breath. I remembered how little I really need to live and be happy. A nice view, a quiet place, a good book and something to write on and with and I am one happy camper.
We forget that don't we?
We forget how little it takes to be happy, peaceful, content and make ourselves crazy with the world around us.
Oh, how I pray we can stand still long enough to bathe in the thought of just being for a while.
Things don't always change. Sometimes it is just us who do.
Quiet is this moment. Quiet is my soul. I pray it will go with me through the night and past the sunrise!
I have a new motto for our family: we might not have it altogether, but together we have it ALL!
Sounds about right.
