The Returning Loneliness
When God asks you to move on, how do you go on? It became Home. It's always been very close to my favourite place on earth. This summer, in spite of the chaos and heartbreak and loneliness, it really became home. I learned to thrive in the quiet laid back pines of Northern Michigan. Here there were no distractions. Life was much more black and white watching sunset after sunset on the quiet porch of my grandparents farm house. Breathing in that pure air, one could really think. There were afternoons where I lay out in the warm grass and read a book. I worked hard, I did, and customers were not always that fun to serve. Sometimes, when no one was looking, I was bad and didn't put sugar in the Veggie Salad. But here, the hillbillies all knew each other. We were a small town community all a little bit worn by life, and all trying to live our best lives here among the lakes. People's best lives looked very different from person to person, but it was the same in a way....