Moving On

Moving On prose poem

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Have you ever had a longing inside to reach back and touch people and places of your past? I have.

Have you ever started a quest that became one of the most beautiful projects of your life? I have.

I called it my connectivity quest, and there have been some rich experiences.
I once reached a place so nostalgic, so beautiful, and so captivating, that it was difficult to depart.
I got comfortable, felt safe and secure, soothing and warm, and felt the loving embrace of peace and freedom.

Although from the start I knew that I could not stay, still, I felt no need or desire to rush.
Although It was a sweet place of rest, reflection, and renewal, in my heart I knew that it was not my place of destiny.

For a season, my heart was stuck in neutral, my soul wanted to park, and every part of this place had my name on it.

And so, from my camp of tranquillity, from my haven of rest, from my playground of ‘remember when’s’, I arose and moved on.

Though reluctantly, I too, like cowboys of yesteryears, heard the sound of someone yelling out to me, “Head ‘Em Up! Move ‘Em Out! Rawhide!”

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I am a retired minister and the husband of Barbara for 42 years. We reside in Sacramento ,Ca. We have two sons and a daughter, and we are the proud grandparents of 6 children.
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There are such places where we feel so connected and one with nature…moved my heart:)


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