At home

No FOR SALE sign can take away what we learned in our home yesterday. Swinging out beneath a huge oak . . . on a red swing, gray dirt puffs beneath our pushing feet, we could see the lake a sparkle of light and waves or look back into the kitchen window together for an instant in Mom's day until swinging back for more. What we keep is the ability to see far yet feel close as we discover more of our life with each new swing back and forth firmly secured by our own still center of being. This we keep to use. It's not for sale.