I often think of our White Center home... It was indeed a loss. I never expected that after a time of wandering I would settle into a trailer life that exceeded all my expectations. nearly flat broke and having to accept money from a friend We have found or were given our own small take on paradise.
For the first time since leaving home at 17 I'm interacting with my neighbors. While it does have a few small drawbacks it has been an endless source of information, food exchange, trailer parts carefully horded for years find their way to us by generous and giving hands. When the snow might have over whelmed us we awoke to our neighbors shoveling our snow to make paths to and around our trailer.
Patti joined the work brigade as watched and said my prayers of blessing...Be it known that from my observation the shovels move more snow than prayers.":O}
I am happy. This is a rather new state of being for me. The great majority of my life has been spent trying to grin and bear it. Now I just wake up grinning. ":O}
It isn't just this new home I was given. I seemed to have turned a real corner in my dealings with my self.
I have at last taken command of my feelings and gained control over my outlook. I no longer allow myself to be bullied by my negative thoughts. Because of this I am often able to sit quietly without intention or anticipation.
And the river flows freely though my life carrying me past obstacles that had plagued me all my life.
No man knows what tomorrow brings. For the first time I fear nothing in my past or future.
"I thank you great maker for leaving the best part of my life for the last."
An American Indian Prayer.