Sanctuary

Don’t ask me why, but I’m sitting outside this early in the morning. Especially with a steady breeze blowing out of the south and it only being 41°. I know, I know I’m a damn fool to be sitting here. But the last two beautiful days I spent either running errands or recouping from physical therapy. So I figure I better get out here before the storms of this weekend hit.

I’ll do just about anything to keep from being inside. At times our house can be downright noisy, with TV’s blaring and distractions one has to face when being a caregiver. So the outside despite the cold becomes my sanctuary. My late Uncle Mack felt the same way. A lot of times when we were hunting, I think despite the cold, he enjoyed just sitting in the stand more than anything. He often spoke about nature as being his church. A sentiment that over the years I’ve learned to appreciate.

So to tie this all up in a pretty bow I’ll say, appreciate the moments you are given. Try and not hide behind the bitterness you collected from the past. When looking into the future you may see worries, because that’s what fear wants it to turn out to be. Being a cynic from a generation of cynics, I have to relearn a lot of lessons every day. So take sanctuary where you can get it and learn to appreciate the moments of peace as they come.