Life is a Banquet....

This poster was just outside my cabin

it reads....

"Life is a banquet and most fools are starving"

 I thought it was appropriate given the circumstance.

I had intentions of feasting on all of these

wonderful books on my sabbatical....

But mostly I watched my fire crackle and fade,

And crackle and fade....

and crackle and fade...

 And when the sun came out to greet me,

as it always will....

I walked...

 and walked...

 And felt the sheer joy of the hand of God.

and his creations.

We stopped by dad's on the way home.

He had watched my children for three

days, made a year supply of homemade bread

in my freezer and his scrumptious soup....

These are grapes that are still hanging

on cold weak vines.

Hanging with such grace and beauty,

They inspire me to hang like that when the weather

gives way.

 Then we came to Grandma and Grandpa Smith's home.

She had prepared a lovely dinner.

Food is a funny thing, we tend to love

through food.  It is strange and simply ironic

to me, that even though my body will only 

process 2-3 bites at a time, I am nourished

more than ever before.

Grandpa Glenn made Savannah a bow and a quiver.

I love that man.  He is like Daniel Boone...John wayne

and Elvis in one simple kind package. 

 He Has raised a good son.  A great son.

And Kathy.  Oh my sweet Kathy,

how I love you.

How I love the way you love me and my children.

Yes. Life is a banquet. 

Don't let it spoil.