Home

'Be strong' is what I say to my self when this house gets awful quiet, and lonely. I don't try to fight what I am feeling, but to accept it as necessary, for a good I don't understand. And I see this house as part of my strength, a blessing, to be in a place where I have so many roots, my Colorado home.


Home can be an elusive concept, which once gone, may be hard to find again.


I have read that mountain lion mothers move their cubs often, so that the cubs learn that home is not just the den where they were born, but all of the rock outcroppings, forests, mesas and mountains that are within their hunting range.


I see my home as the comfortable environs of this old house, the grove of Cottonwoods where I like to be as the darkness softens to light, the high mountains where I see such beauty that there is no option but to respond with 'thank you'.