“Love and loss
I’ve endured
On that day
I could take no more”

 
 

I looked around and saw not a home but rather a shrine to house my material possessions. From years of conditioning, it was my belief that these collections were a legacy to pass on to my daughter, Marissa. I shared with her my thoughts. Marissa told me that she had no attachment to any of our things. She said, “Mom, your life needs a life. Go follow your heart.” Wise beyond her years, Marissa saw the bigger picture. Love is all that matters and is the only thing that we take with us. It was time for me to let go and to accept what I already know. If my true intention was to become whole…I had to surrender my need to control.

Miles

 

My life set out to find a life
My pets in tow and off we go
What lies ahead
Only God knows
Towards the Nile
One thousand miles
Driven by love
Faith leading the way
Every intention
For which to stay
Riding the wind
On my way home
A silent roar echoes
From the whispering dome
Miracles are all around
Will I find what I already found
Everything changed
I can’t ever go back
Insignificant importance
As the miles pass
Past and future begin to clash
As the miles pass

“Love and loss
I’ve endured
On that day
I could take no more”

I looked around and saw not a home but rather a shrine to house my material possessions. From years of conditioning, it was my belief that these collections were a legacy to pass on to my daughter, Marissa. I shared with her my thoughts. Marissa told me that she had no attachment to any of our things. She said, “Mom, your life needs a life. Go follow your heart.” Wise beyond her years, Marissa saw the bigger picture. Love is all that matters and is the only thing that we take with us. It was time for me to let go and to accept what I already know. If my true intention was to become whole…I had to surrender my need to control.

Miles

My life set out to find a life
My pets in tow and off we go
What lies ahead
Only God knows
Towards the Nile
One thousand miles
Driven by love
Faith leading the way
Every intention
For which to stay
Riding the wind
On my way home
A silent roar echoes
From the whispering dome
Miracles are all around
Will I find what I already found
Everything changed
I can’t ever go back
Insignificant importance
As the miles pass
Past and future begin to clash
As the miles pass