Now I am beginning to understand why you needed to move. As you know, I moved to a senior living center also. My husband’s needs made it the right thing to do.
On another matter, I am so glad you are sharing photos!
Apparaently spring is arriving earlier for you than those in the New River Valley. We had had an severe ice stiorm that cut electricity to many homes and there is talk of another storm coming. However the snow drops are pushing up and shoots of daffodils are beginning to appear.
Also: It comes to mind ~ ~ ~ my son read your books while he was locked up in jail away from nature completely for 6 months. NO outdoors except for three "excursions" onto the roof top of the Salem Va jail where the walls were so high there was still nothing of nature to be seen but the sky over his head. But oh the balm for his soul was that sky! The clouds and the blue were like a blast of glory for his deprived senses. Your writings took him outdoors. The words on the page gave him the experiences he longed for and missed. Your descriptions preserved what he had within himself, stored away for the long hybernation. He could live vicariously his days of freedom living in the woods beside his beloved creek. (Which God so very kindly restored to him after his time in jail was over.) I am forever grateful you provided those reprieves from his stark reality.
Today as I read your piece and got a sense of where you live and how it is now....reminding me so much of my mother and father in their last home together....I had cause to hope you will find the help you gave my son. I hope your own writing and memories of the Blue Ridge and Appalachia will serve you in the "closed in" place(s) you are confined to these days.
Read your work, Fred. Memories of the beauty of Home are squirreled-away for this season of hybernation perhaps?
Thanks for your kind words of encouragement, we are finding our way here, finally, and trying to make the best possible future for ourselves. Choices grow fewer and harder. Gravity presses in and things fall apart. And life goes on, and I am paying attention. It is an easier journey traveling with friends.
Dear Fred, thank you for the pictures. Such beauty!!! Visual poetry. And I have been looking for contrast in your writing about there and here. I'm here in the Blue Ridge curious about what your astute vision might say about there. Today I noticed it in your piece. And I also noticed the life you are in as The Partner. I hear you. I see it. God bless.
Now I am beginning to understand why you needed to move. As you know, I moved to a senior living center also. My husband’s needs made it the right thing to do.
On another matter, I am so glad you are sharing photos!
Apparaently spring is arriving earlier for you than those in the New River Valley. We had had an severe ice stiorm that cut electricity to many homes and there is talk of another storm coming. However the snow drops are pushing up and shoots of daffodils are beginning to appear.
Also: It comes to mind ~ ~ ~ my son read your books while he was locked up in jail away from nature completely for 6 months. NO outdoors except for three "excursions" onto the roof top of the Salem Va jail where the walls were so high there was still nothing of nature to be seen but the sky over his head. But oh the balm for his soul was that sky! The clouds and the blue were like a blast of glory for his deprived senses. Your writings took him outdoors. The words on the page gave him the experiences he longed for and missed. Your descriptions preserved what he had within himself, stored away for the long hybernation. He could live vicariously his days of freedom living in the woods beside his beloved creek. (Which God so very kindly restored to him after his time in jail was over.) I am forever grateful you provided those reprieves from his stark reality.
Today as I read your piece and got a sense of where you live and how it is now....reminding me so much of my mother and father in their last home together....I had cause to hope you will find the help you gave my son. I hope your own writing and memories of the Blue Ridge and Appalachia will serve you in the "closed in" place(s) you are confined to these days.
Read your work, Fred. Memories of the beauty of Home are squirreled-away for this season of hybernation perhaps?
Thanks for your kind words of encouragement, we are finding our way here, finally, and trying to make the best possible future for ourselves. Choices grow fewer and harder. Gravity presses in and things fall apart. And life goes on, and I am paying attention. It is an easier journey traveling with friends.
Dear Fred, thank you for the pictures. Such beauty!!! Visual poetry. And I have been looking for contrast in your writing about there and here. I'm here in the Blue Ridge curious about what your astute vision might say about there. Today I noticed it in your piece. And I also noticed the life you are in as The Partner. I hear you. I see it. God bless.