Sands.

 Usually sand is rough.  Yet, the grains slip smoothly away.   The year is two thirds over.  What remains?

So many of my family, friends, associates are gone.  I'm still here.  There is no shame.  Only puzzlement.

The darkside wants us to feel alone, to despair, to become hopeless.  I won't do that.  

Yes, there is pain and mourning.  But, in spirit, these people actually cannot be taken away.  I know they live.  Spirit is life.  

Many of these people have taught me about life.  Freedom, dignity, content of character and so much more live within me.  And these qualities come out and about.  They must be shared.

We struggle with loss.  As we mourn, we wonder why we're here.  Love waits a season, then acts.

By doing, we discover purpose.  

I'm not alone.  The kids carry on.  And all who seek Freedom and Restoration of the Republic are my family, friends and associates.  

Until I'm called to spirit, I will do as I've done.  

When called, I will not stop.  

33/3

Moving.

New home/base of operations.

So much family, business, events I carry with me.

What do I miss at this time?  I will miss the green.

Sure, there are plenty of places with flora and fauna.  I'm looking.  But, I love the simplicity of such fertile, green land.  And feeding the squirrels, birds, cats etal has been a gift.  It's a healing respite.

Find your haven.  They are few and far between.

Simple humanity reminds us what we fight for.

Just Looking

 Department stores have changed.  They aren't as numerous as yesteryear.  And they seem homogenized comparatively.  Personality is sacrificed for 'convenience' or process is mechanical.

From visiting with Mom to searching for years myself, it was a comfort to shop/select.  It made many, from rich to poor, special.  For some a rare treat, to others almost everyday.

There were register stations throughout stores and attendant clerks.

I remember seeing what was in stock and wandering round.  A clerk would politely inquire 'May I help you?'  I would respond, 'No thanks.  I'm just looking'.  When ready, I'd get their attention.  They would ring me up and get a commission.  Dealing with the public is not always easy.  I know.  Make the best of encounters -s-.

Caveat emptor is always sound.  Don't buy a pig in a poke.  And lipstick doesn't help lol.  

If you know what you want, leeway or not, then check out what's offered.  

One sideway comes to mind.  A store had alterations included, as did most.  I got a pair of slacks and stipulated the waist be lower at the waist.  The tailor disagreed. He pulled them way above.  I politely eased them down.  He angrily jerked them back up.  The store lost a purchase and this dope a commission/tip.  Kinda like gov.  We want it to fit.  Some want it cut their way.  Most uncomfortable -s-.

As said, we are at a precipice.  Restoring the Republic is something best approached knowing what we want.

Look before you leap.

Crux

 The house was empty.  There are all kinds of analogies and maybe a metaphor or two that could be rendered.  

It stood where it has been since 1885, when built.  It had been a house and home to the young man's family.  It was at the end of the old road.  

The world turns.  The young man is older.  His son is the young man now.  And they stood at that old house.    It was empty.

Painted another color and remodeled to accommodate a small restaurant, it was gone but the house remained.  

Early evening shaded the house, with the help of two sycamore trees and a tall pine.  

Father and son had revisited and enjoyed some genealogy at the family cemetery.  History.  They remembered those folks were alive and going about all the aspects of their lives.  They were the present, now past.  

And the house?  Empty?  The Dad's mind was full of memories.  He regaled his son as best he could to make the memories live.  

They marched to the porch and Dad peered inside.

  

There were a couple of lights, presumably for security, and he could see the changes and remember before.  And the overwhelming feeling was still comfort and security.  

Perhaps it was recollections of staying and visiting his GreatGrandma.  She told stories of family long ago.  Anecdotes abounded about his Father and a place gone.  It was found again in her tales of bravery and everyday living.  He also never left without a bag of peanut butter cookies.

 The pair had dinner at a place just a few steps down the alley from the house.  So much new and so many people, the alley faced east and he sometimes watched the sunrise out back.  The view of the ballpark where his bro had played was blocked now.  

After dinner, they cut through the side of the house.  One more view was a message.

The space past the parlor was where Grandma sat and held court.  All day people came now and then to chat.  A light shone over the place where her chair sat.  Empty, it was full of memories and the spirit of love and strength which lived on.  Whatever the fate of the house, those impressions remained.

Content of character the Dad learned from his Dad.  His Dad learned same from Grandma and his Great Aunt and Great Uncle.  Dad has passed it to his kids.  

Just then, a flock of ravens, nested in the pine tree, greeted the Father and Son.  The birds talked to them and the Son gave them some chips.  

We stand at a precioice of change.  Ravens are symbolic of making something from void.

With the teachings of family, we carry on with something miraculous from something monumental.