Wednesday, December 28, 2011

To the Nest

The snow fell in Ohio. My children and I had flown in on the red eye from Seattle the night before. Junior picked us up at the airport and drove us to the farm. We were exhausted. It was a long journey in more ways then one.

My ex-husband and I had been separated yet living together. A marriage was falling apart, and I felt very alone in Oregon, my home of only a few months, trying to hold broken pieces together that would not heal.  So I made the big decision. We went back to the nest to heal on the farm.

Few people knew we were there. I didn't want to be pushed and pulled by opinion. My heart was broken and needed to be mended. My kids needed my parents' love. It was winter and the snow fell.

There was a healing that took place back that lane. For the first time in my life, I handed my troubles over to my parents, so they could help me heal. For the first time, they didn't offer opinion, only love. I stayed in that nest for a month then made the decision to stay in Oregon and move forward. Was it the right decision? I don't know. Perhaps moving back would have been the best decision, but at the time, it was my only decision.

Perhaps I write about Neff Road because it keeps me grounded in that love that thrived there so readily. I can always go back there in thought and words. The song that made my heart beat with nature at my back door still echoes despite the years. I am the better for having lived back that lane in a home that was loving and giving.

Yes, I returned to Oregon and my life here with my children. Yet each day I can still reside in the big white house on Neff Road.

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