The passage of time, so swift, is staggering. I have not written a word since mid-November of last year. Working as we have, so intensely, on our financial portfolio, doesn’t remove all the oxygen from the room; there’s still ample for loving fully and well and often; but music, reading and writing have suffered.
It has been exciting to work on the creation of a preserve in our piney woods — from the prescribed burn to the planting of 13,000 Longleaf pine trees.
Witnessing Contract’s decline and experiencing her huge heart has been and continues to be a bittersweet experience. She is now 15 years and 2 months and on most days still walks with me to the front gate and back. She has developed this sort of rocking horse gate when she runs ad she still enjoys a ritual drink from the stream, that stream which I have come to love so intensely.
Returning to North Carolina will give us with an opportunity for a spiritual retreat in our beloved mountains, an opportunity, even with our high-tech gear all about us, to pull back for a look at the Big Picture. Without that, it’s too easy to get temporarily lost in a sandstorm.
Buck is growing like some gorgeous tropical flower, from the inside, from the soul.