A Moment in Time
He was sitting on his back porch, rocking back and forth in his rocking chair as the sun rose. The sound of the stream running over the rocks on the nearby creek was mesmerizing. The morning birds added to the glorious symphony of sound.
As he closed his eyes, memories drew pictures of his past. It was as if he had kept a detailed journal; only this was etched in his mind and heart. He could see the first day he arrived at this new place. The previous owners had told him how beautiful and peaceful it was there, provided he respected the land and its inhabitants. Every doe and its fawn, every rabbit, every bird that colored the sky, and every tree and flower, were to be cherished.
And he did. He knew he had made the right choice those many years ago. Leaving the bustle and cacophony of the city. Leaving his job and inconsiderate neighbors, abandoning all the political strife and divisiveness. Finding just the right place where he could sit and become one with the land and sky.
Of course, it didn’t hurt that he did win a tidy sum of money in the lottery. It was enough to do what he wanted to do. Escape, reject all life’s pressures and stresses, and live.
He didn’t forget the outside world. He managed to light a candle for it each night, hoping that someday they would figure out all their issues, realize what a beautiful world this truly is, and work together to achieve what he already had.
Then, and only then, in our technologically abundant existence, would the earth’s GPS announce, truthfully, “You’ve arrived home.”
