And there came a day when the Lord said to Abram, “Go from your country and your kindred and your father's house to the land that I will show you. [2] And I will make of you a great nation, and I will bless you and make your name great, so that you will be a blessing. [3] I will bless those who bless you, and him who dishonors you I will curse, and in you all the families of the earth shall be blessed.”

And so we have.

It has been 7 months.

7 months since we stepped onto a plane in one place and then stepped off of a plane in another.

7 months of detoxifying.

7 months of de-poisoning if de-poisoning can be called a word. Is de-poisoning a word? Can it not be a word even if you can know what it is to feel the thing described when the is word being said?

Cleansing.

It is not what you leave but what you move towards. This is a true statement though the only word that continuously comes to mind when I think of leaving New Hampshire is escape.

Escape.

Escape with our very lives.

Leaving everything behind - given away!

Leaving every thing behind.

So what was it that we moved towards.

I ask myself and when myself answers I say, You know the what, and the who of it.

There are relationships that are not good for your well being.

There are relationships that are not good for your being well.

And so we have fasted from the darkness that was once daily and in that we have found there is a life after death.

There is sun here.

I was warm this winter, warm! Hear and feel the word - warm!

That is definitely a benefit of living here, but that is only a fringe benefit of life on the Left Coast. I have remembered this warmth and I would say it remembered me too.

Warmth is a metaphorical thing - too.

The sun beats down on our house that is finally our house.

Our house is not just a territorial thing. It’s a thing of decompressing.

It takes more than walls to make a Home.

There is sun and safety here in this home.

There is much love in our home of non-territoriality. It purrs, it makes coffee, it holds, it loves.

There’s a lot of it doesn’ts - but those are the creatures that were left behind and they are best left where they are, because truly it is about where we have come. Home.

Home.

Home.

Home is where there is lots of love, an abundance of love!

Home is where there is lots of writing.

Home is where there is lots of acceptance.

It has you are my baby-girl and I am your Momma,

The home holds friends, smiles, a multitude of brothers, a multitude of sisters, coffee, french fries with ranch, 2/1.00 taco’s, ice cream pints and spoons and ice cream stores open year round!, salty smelling fog, hills that beckon, fairs, bridges painted gold, vineyards, man-made lakes with lookout points, taqueria’s, omelette’s with cream cheese, holidays with family, heart-tree’s, pictures, mountains and oceans

It has Mom and Lucy.

A daughter for a mother. A mother for a daughter.

The warmth of memories.

The warmth of adventures to come.

It has writing. Writing!

And there is a hope here.

Hope.

And hope does not disappoint.

No it certainly does not.

Truth.

Truth!

Truth lives here and it says we are not disappointments. We are smiles and not frowns.

Amen and amen. It has been 7 months and there shall be more.

There is peace. There is comfort. There is joy.

There is warm spring breezes that are filled with the green smell of Life. Life!

As all things are created anew we are newly created - We Live!

Our new heart has given rise to new Faith,

Our new Faith has given rise to new Love,

Our new Love has given rise to a new Hope,

Our new Hope has given rise to new eyes

and our new eyes, oh our new eyes, they can see.