I was flying off into the distance (and yes that is a propeller!) this past week to a place I hold dear sitting deep in the mountains of Pennsylvania. Family business called and so I went for the first time in over a decade to join with all my cousins. I had never seen the new lodge that has replaced the family cabin that burned down. It was a fast and furious weekend filled with the weight and pressures of many issues, one of which was wondering how adjustments from passing years would have changed us all. Well, we all have gotten older, so that was a gentle impression all around.
Old lady aches and pains paid me a visit and so I was not up to rambling to places I wanted to visit, but I did manage to take some small walks and do just a little foraging, and I took lots of photos to share. As I walked the creek, I was hoping to find a small piece of driftwood. For years I had one that I used as a shawl pin. It slipped out on a trip to the grocery store about a year ago, and I do miss it. Sorry to say I did not find one.
So many memories of so many good and nurturing times. Some things are just so simple, like waking down the old road and feeling the powdered dust of the clay ooze between my toes. Now however, the road is covered by a layer of small gravel and bare-footing there would be just a little too uncomfortable. Such is life, enjoying what we have when it is within our reach and then letting go once it is gone. Changes are inevitable and we must make adjustments continually.