The Blessings are in the Journey

Yesterday, I sat on the back porch and harvested my herbs that had been drying.  It was 93 degrees but it was not unbearable.  In fact it was peaceful and comforting.  Susan Trott wrote the book “The Holy Man” when suffering from insomnia.  In it a pilgrimage of people with issues would line up each day to meet with the Holy Man in hopes that he would solve their problems.  She would fall asleep before getting to the end of the line.  And her characters discovered their answers as the days passed and as they waited.

While sitting on my porch I counted my blessings.  My husband had just washed the wall on the side of the house there on the porch; it smelled of bleach and newness.  This was while my middle son was out in the heat power-washing the driveway.  Earlier, I was comforting my granddaughter who was sick with strep throat while her mother searched around town for the prescription the doctor gave them.  A few days before I was in Atlanta helping with my grandson who also had strep throat.  Before leaving, my youngest son filled my car up with gas then took it to be washed, polished and detailed.  The week before that both grandchildren were hanging out with me when we stopped at the Mall to say hi to my oldest son who gave them both high-fives and big smiles.  And in a few days, my daughter will drive from her home in South Carolina with my two youngest granddaughters to visit for the week.
 

I realized as I sat on my back porch, surrounded by the smell of basil, peppermint, spicy oregano, and lavender, that my life is a pilgrimage.  Just like Trott figured out in her book - the blessings are in the journey. ~ Pris

I AM WHO I AM - THE WOMAN WHO WRITES THESE WORDS AND LIVES THE LIFE SHE IS INTENDED TO LIVE WITH JOY, PEACE AND LOVE.