I am back on the Writing Porch. It feels like I never left. The bitterly cold weather we experienced in January moved me inside by the stove. MJ had coffee with her lifelong friend Bev. Jonathon had a Birthday Lunch with his good friend Julie. I walked among the trees and communed with the Woods. 

The hint of spring brings me around from the cloistered feeling of winter. Life is to be lived. Or as Ron would say, ‘We are wasting daylight.’ 

The rollercoaster ride begins when we are born and some would say it ends when we die…others would say that death is the ultimate beginning. It is reported that the noted movie critic Roger Ebert said just before his death that he saw what was awaiting him and noted that what he had experienced had been, ‘This is all an elaborate hoax.’ What did he mean?

Are we standing in the vestibule of life everlasting and have not been made privy to…what the famous actress Betty White referred to as The Secret? 

Inquiring minds want to know is a popular saying. Our hearts indeed our souls and spirits search for our home. We seek renewal among the ashes. 

Life pulls us forward. Our hearts long for our home. Problems worries and concerns pull us down at times. We know that there is something more and we ‘peer through a glass darkly’ and know that there is something that ‘eye hath not seen nor ear heard nor have it entered into the hearts of men what God has prepared for them that love him.’