Just musing this week....

When you reach this time of your life, one finds that one reflects on all sort of things and writing this blog lately with the attempt to share a little about my early life, I thought about some of the hard times that I went through. They were hard only in respect to being young and not understanding some of the things that affected my life. My parents did not share their troubles or problems with us, and I can remember sensing that something was wrong and not having any idea what it was, would of course magnify it in my mind. I was to a great extent a loner, preferring most of the time, the company of my dog to a human friend - and the dog and I would spend hours on the Shore, walking, climbing the rocks, or simply sitting and taking in the sounds of the sea, the gulls and the wind. There was my solace. There was my comfort and there was my peace. I now know that it was there that I was close to my God. It's been a long, long time since I have lived by the sea, but it still has the power to heal me more than any other place. My recovery from alcoholism was at Pacific Grove, California, and it was there I reconnected with God and found his help and comfort again. I have learned as I grew older that God didn't only live at the sea - he basically went wherever I went, because he was inside me. When 'times are tough', as they are now in Dick's and my life, I am glad he's there and I can concentrate on the things I have to be thankful for - our life together, our love for each other, and the love we feel from our family. Love you all.