TURN, TURN, TURN

There is another physical law that teases me, too:

the Doppler Effect. The sound of anything coming at

you--a train, say, or the future--has a higher pitch

than the sound of the same thing going away. If you

have perfect pitch and a head for mathematics you can

compute the speed of the object by the interval

between its arriving and departing sounds. I have

neither perfect pitch nor a head for mathematics, and

anyway who wants to compute the speed of history?

Like all falling bodies, it constantly accelerates.

But I would like to hear your life as you heard it,

coming at you, instead of hearing it as I do, a sober

sound of expectations reduced, desires blunted, hopes

deferred or abandoned, chances lost, defeats accepted,

griefs borne. I dont find your life uninteresting, as

Rodman does. I would like to hear it as it sounded

while it was passing. Having no future of my own, why

shouldnt I look forward to yours.

from: Angle of Repose

by: Wallace Stegner

Well its done.

And I find I am more affected by today's news than I thought I would be.

It is positively certain that a chapter in our lives is truly over.

There is a sold sign at the old house.

21/2 months ago we walked away from our home of 11 yrs; and now somebody else will be moving in and making it their own.

Looking back I can say that we enjoyed a blessed and enchanted life there. And though I can honestly say that we are still as greatly blessed and happy, I feel some remorse today.

And...today's emotions are reminding me of the time way back when , when I learned that 'our' Oregon place was sold...I cried. Great memories and people and landmark events went on on that 10 acre plot of land...it was hard to admit it was really over and not ever to be replicated again. And even though I know that changes brought on bigger and better things in our lives...

today I will allow a twinge of sorrow to cloud my vision for a moment.

Im not crying...but I am sad.

A lot of blood sweet and tears went into that lovely home of ours.

My beautiful kitchen

the pomegranates and pistachios

the pool

the theater room

the grass

All things which will no longer be ours to enjoy.

But...

In the same breathe I can honestly say that there is a LOT to like and enjoy in our new home...

But again,

today is a little bit about reminiscing and longing....

back yard

I suppose there is a part of me that believes in fate....

but Im not sure yet if I can say that we are “meant' to be here in our new location...

but I am comfortable and peaceful and content...(for the most part)and plan to make the best of it.

For this I am grateful.

And my Builder is grateful that Im grateful.

The End