Our lives ebb and flow
like the tides,
cosmically connected
more than we know.
We rise and then fall
and the dance goes on,
eternal.
Our hearts beat in that
rhythmic roar,
deep and vast and
powerful as the sea.
And though we must go
one day,
always we stay –
a drop of soul
in an everlasting ocean.
Once upon a time, there was a beautiful little girl named Lucy.
Lucy was very smart and brave, and also very curious. She loved to explore, and to play with her best friend, Merlin the Magic Cat.
Lucy did not love to nap. Every day after lunch, Mama and Lucy would sit down in a quiet room and cuddle, and Mama would sing lullabies. But Lucy did not want to fall asleep.
She only wanted to play and play.
And play and play and play and play and play and play and play.
Lucy could play for hours and just not get tired.
And play and play and play and play and play and…
Everyone has to sleep, silly Lucy.
And we get to feel it all.
We just had a lovely visit with my parents. We spent time together outside and made good dinners and took Lucy to the beach.
Which she loves. And we love watching her have so much fun and explore the water and the sand.
And, we learned that a couple of our friends here, who found out they were pregnant right around the time we moved, had a healthy baby girl on July 10th. We’re so happy for them and so excited, too.
At the same time, just before my parents left, we got the news that one of their best friends, who has been fighting appendix cancer for a decade, passed away on Monday night. She fought so hard, and she lived to see her grandchildren grow. She leaves behind a legacy of love and kindness and fun and joy that we’ll carry with us forever.
We had a get together over the weekend, just a day before we heard about her passing, and I gave a toast. I’ll leave it here, because I think it captures something about life, and how people enter and leave, and all we can do is love each other and be together for the brief time that we’ve got. It’s never enough, that time. But it sure is wonderful.
To those just saying hello, to those who have to say goodbye, to the beautiful time in between, and to all of us here tonight in this moment together. Cheers.
Single blue farmhouse seeking patient, loving life partner.
Sturdy bones. Cozy disposition.
Loves summer sunsets, fall bonfires, winter snow, and holiday decorations.
Great at parties.
Good provider.
Solid community and kindly neighbors.
Serious replies only.
Inquire at: https://www.thomasandtalbot.com/Property-39243_Little_River_Turnpike
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Sigh. But seriously, won’t someone please buy my house?
Graham and I knew, when we made the difficult decision to move away from our beloved heritage home to be closer to family, that it would be tough to find the right buyer. Not everyone is interested – or equipped with the right combination of crazy and persistent – in buying an old home, especially a 200-year-old one. But we figured that, just like we did, someone would walk in and fall in love with the unique house and the beautiful but manageable property.
Alas, thus far, nine months on the market, and no luck.
So, here I am, writing a blog post, wondering if someone reading, somewhere in the world, might want to own their own small piece of Virginia Piedmont paradise.
I thought that we were forever, this wonderful old home and me, but sometimes things don’t work out, and it has nothing to do with how much you love each other. And so now it’s time for someone else to step in and mend the broken heart I’ve left behind.
I mean, there’s someone out there for everyone, right? And every house??
I believe in love. Somebody show up, please, and prove me right.
Y’all…
This beautiful, silly, clever kid. Oh, my heart. 😊
(Also, about ten minutes after this photo was taken, she broke Graham’s phone. LOL.)
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