Yesterday I was caught in a traffic slowdown of stop and go traffic for two hours. My usual commute is about 20 mins. The radio told me of a number of accidents on the major routes around town which impacted the bypass route I had taken- it was friday at 5 30. My initial reaction was irritation and concern about riding my brakes. Then I started to see the areas I usually whiz by now dressed in fall finery and frequent elaborate halloween displays in yards as I passed. I drove through a “snowstorm” of tiny golden leaves as the wind blew. Right then I remembered I could choose to be grateful for the time to enjoy this rare view. Each tree is dressed in its signature colors from the dark red of the dogwoods to the golden birch and a few red maples just starting. The hillsides that often hold little definition were highlighting each individual tree and ridge and valley. When the road traveled along the french broad river I watched the sun sparkle on the moving water and felt I had been given a gift. I rolled down the windows and sang along with the radio and smiled and smiled.
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What makes a new house feel like home?
I moved to this new house 4 months ago and I am still “moving in.” When I had finished shelving the dishes. food and pot and pans in the kitchen. I said now I am home. Then I unpacked clothes and filled the closets and well you know… All the moving boxes were placed in the garage (a really good idea) so inside the rooms would not feel the chaos. The day I had unpacked enough that I could pull the car in the garage – that was a big day. As my things came out of boxes to find places around this new house, it really did feel more like home. The furniture has moved around more times than I can count, searching for that perfect feng shui spot. Hanging the first of the pictures brought a rush of home. . The roma tomato I planted out back has ripening fruit that I watch with glee. Putting the books on shelves really felt like home, like having old friends come to visit. There are clippings and new pictures on the refrigerator of current happenings- that says home. I final answer for finding home for me is to finally have the time and the mindset to do my morning stretches and then write on wordpress. Morning, coffee, bare feet, nightgown and writing- I am finally home!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Momma said there would be day like this
It has been pouring rain for two days, the front walk and back are flooding, the TV won’t work and I am tired of cleaning. I keep trying to read but my mind keeps chattering away all by itself. Does time move in a circle? What if I can’t find my passion? How do I forgive myself for past missteps? How do I trust I will make right choices in the future or will I trick myself again. Does single-mindedly pursuing a goal rob us of the other places I might have gone? Retail therapy works until the bills come due. Breathe..just breath..this too shall pass.
mountainmae 
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