YIKES! I AM REALLY ON MY OWN


I am moving...not even a "sold" sign mars the grass or distracts from the beautiful spring flowers.

I spend my remaining days here sorting through the memories of this place once called home to my family.

My friends are nowhere in sight nor does the jingle of the telephone intrude upon the great silence of the solitary remaining occupant of the yellow house on the corner with the big front porch and the screened in back porch.

My neighbors go on about their routines. I have given away my bag of suckers to the next door little ones who childishly equate my name with sucker.

This is the longest retreat I have been on in my life. Not like the religious retreats of my youth. This retreat is endless with only the calendar reminding me the day of the Big Move is almost upon me. I work like the silent monks and offer my sufferings to anyone who will listen...mostly God, who is still with me.

This could have been a move to a nursing home or worse. This is the first move I have freely and solely chosen. A new environment, a new community, an adventure to see if the world is really flat as it has been for awhile now or round and fully packed with new sights and smells and nurturing to my soul.