Heading East

Going Home

I'm on a journey "home" to a place

that is no longer home to me.

It is where I come from but after

21 years in the Middle West of America,

that is the place I feel "at home".

I was at a meeting this morning

and someone joked that I just about

live on airplanes.  When I stepped up

to the microphone I told everyone, on

this trip I was driving.  I love to fly but

every once in a while it is great to take

a road trip.

The farmers are in the fields in the

Midwestern Prairie and many of the

soy bean fields have reached that

perfect shade of gold that only lasts

a few days and then you have to wait

a whole year to see it again.

As the prairie fades and the Eastern

forests come into view, the trees are

ablaze with color.

My old friend Lucie Anne from England

always used to gaze at the sky and say

"that beautiful American blue sky".

I try not to take that for granted...