(Written November 26, 2011 in my journal)
It is sure blowing outside. Not cold. But gray.
Makes me want to go home. To my islands.
I don't even want to look outside.
I still long for the day when I can have my little cabin by the ocean - away from "town" - and my old bus I can take on back roads and explore the land. Why not? I'd be willing to live super simple. Yes I would. Please?
Can Grandmothers backpack through Europe? Please?
Or should I just be content with what I have? Father? Jesus? Holy Spirit? (Yes, Your will be done).
After all, I'm only 56. I probably have at least 20 years, or 30 even. So why not?