New beginnings

Each winter all things fall into disarray, trees lose their leaves, grass dormant, life pulls all of its energy back into its roots, we wander and loose our direction among the Behrend (play on words)  landscape. So we are looking to the sky to save us, looking for that sign of life. As the days pass, the sun becomes more intense; the days are filled with light, the roots release that stored energy nature has risen, the sky has saved us, from the path of darkness, cold, bitterness and anger. Make our way back to Kiawah where we learn to fly. Look up to the sky and call the angles to whisk us to Kiawah! Each day is a new beginning, void of complications, only new beginnings!

Speaking of thing raising, this past weekend was Easter, complete with tradition and pageantry. Early Friday morning the mini-truckster began the long journey to the old homestead. Relaxing drive on the beltway thru the  driving rain, followed by fish sanmwich’s from dawntown Etna, then a Good Friday service featuring  an up and coming canter named 7. It is really funny how we do follow the same traditions, for example Saturday night we color Easter eggs. This tradition has been carried out in the homestead for at least 65 years! Humm, the children coloring eggs are now in their 20’s.  Nope we still do it! I do have to say the act of coloring eggs is the same but the methods have changed. This year being no exception, 61 was replace by 32, and soda pop was replace by whiskey and beautiful colored eggs was replaced by the most hideous eggs imaginable. 6 got up early Sunday morning to hide the eggs to find an empty bottle of Markers Mark, and 2 dozen colored eggs. Friday night was pizza and wine night without the wine, around 9:00 the power went out, so we pulled some magic from our Kiawah vacations and played some poker with pretzels acting as chips and a Sacred Heart of Jesus, and our lady of Guadalupe candle lighting the way.  No winner was ever declared,  we had a full bag of pretzels, we never had to create any more chips, 6 bets that had more to do with the no wine than anything else. Before you knew it was Sunday morning, after mass on Easter morning, we all met at the homestead with the exception of 1, 4 and 61and had a wonderful meal, filled with family and friends.

Back to the new beginnings.  As we look to the sky, not only do flowers grow, and trees blossom, but the blue umbrellas magically appear on the beach. There are now many people walking the beach swimming, as well as riding on the beach. Others are done nursing the patience of a long cold winter, we are surrounded by signs of life. All we have to do now is sit back follow the sky and enjoy the flight to Kiawah! 

Words of Wisdom:  Age is what you want it to be, never loose your youth!