How do I describe this past weekend? What words do I use that haven’t already been said, written or used to detail an event that will forever be locked in my heart, mind, body and soul? Maybe I just did but the weekend was magical for me. Being in St. Louis has given Bastiaan and I a sense of ‘home’ that we have never had before, together. Our Estate in Shreveport is beautiful, to say the least. We have raised many loving and wonderful children there and it has been a haven to many over the last year or more. We simply love it and it will always be there. We have no intentions of selling it or abandoning it. But… it was a home not built by us together. The Shreveport Estate belonged to me before I met him and and the one he purchased in Monroe was given up by him to be with me in mine. Over recent months we have traveled around quite a bit. New York, St. Louis, Florida, Paris, Italy and London. One City has rolling into the next, one Country to another until we find ourselves spending less and less time in Shreveport.
I count the days as grains of sand working through an hourglass. Being an Immortal does not mean I am exempt from the death that will befall me someday. We never know how many grains of sand we have before the last one falls. This is My Hourglass of Immortality
Immortal Imagination
Friday, October 1, 2010
Bastiaan and I … A Home Together
Bastiaan and I … A Home Together.
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