8/14/2016 0 Comments June 14thonly silence visits the old home
so early in the morning no light yet has been welcomed as every piece is still asleep no food has been made and no water has been boiled the televisions are black and the doors are still locked but if you close your eyes and stand in silence you’d understand the home you’d hear things and smell things and see things that here in the nothingness you could finally find
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This has been a summer filled with mixed emotions. The good, the bad, the ugly; here it is. I’m laying it down here but I will also carry it with me. I simultaneously feel wiser and more unsure. I feel passionate and confused. I feel happy and shaken. If you’ve made it to the end of my possibly incoherent thoughts, thank you for taking the time to see what I’m walking away with this summer. Here’s to moving past fear and guilt, to riding out the changes of life, to living a life of kindness, and to floating with the people I love. Here's to a thoughtful ending and a hopeful beginning. Written by Sarah 7/31/2016 2 Comments We must go home.I found the James Whitcomb Riley poem in July, the month where I did just what he told me to do. “We must go home—we must go home again!” I had just packed up my life in Kentucky and found my way back to Indiana, back to the small town that housed and protected three of my sisters and my mom.
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