The sea again. Calm still and silent calling me home. Where now l want to be. At my coastal retreat near my home in my place. Sat in the silence of a home filled with all the stuff l left behind not so long ago. Sitting focused and resting in my home. The place where troubles brewing, doctors calling frustrations are mounting. Heartache and pain although this will be present. I do need to be home.
The stars that l look up too as walk along front that remains windswept, blustery, chilly ,on next winters evening. Those Stars are my stars that silence and chilly embrace will be sent for myself .
The detachment that was drowning me the isolation that surrounded me now call me back to journey home.
It's just the practical stuff l must travel through. long tactical stops starts and tender mercy's all are stratigraphic identified.
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