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The Beginning of the End - A Poem

I found this poem in an old journal. Since I’m packing things up for yet another move, I thought it was a sweet, appropriate poem. Not my best, but definitely timely. 

The boxes are gone, the rooms stand


And all that’s left is what we brought.

All that’s left is you and me.

We traveled from sea to beautiful shore and all that we’ve got is

all that we have.

All that’s left is you and me.

Yet all that is needed 

is all that is left.

Artists and titles from top to bottom:

In The Valley of Decision by Christian Sarkar

The Valley of Decision And Trade by Leigh Barbier

Valley of Decision by Cindy Betka

Valley of Decision pt 2 by Elke Glendenning

Artwork I google searched after reading Joel 3:14-15

My Vacation


As I get ready for the Thanksgiving holiday, this quote from Ann Patchett seemed very appropriate!

“What we want out of a vacation changes as we age. It changes from vacation to vacation. There was a time when it was all about culture for me. My idea of a real break was to stay in museums until my legs ached and then go stand in line to get tickets for an opera or a play. Later I became a disciple of relaxation and looked for words like beach and massage when making my plans. I found those little paper umbrellas that balanced on the side of rum drinks to be deeply charming then. Now I strive for transcendent invisibility and the chance to accomplish the things I can’t get done at home. But as I pack up my room at the Hotel Bel-Air, I think the best vacation is the one that relieves me of my own life for a while and then makes me long for it again.” 

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