On the Move

It seems like a poignant commentary on my life. Bumped around from place to place, borrowed addresses, nothing permanent, life in suitcases, settling in just to find yourself packing, planning and moving again before you know it.  I'm not alone in this; it isn't an original life. I have plenty of friends out there doing just the same thing and all of us longing for a time when it ends. I don't mean a time here on this earth when we all settle down into a retirement facility...for that is not the end either. We look forward to the time when we are in our heavenly home and there are no more boxes, shipping labels or luggage weight limits. But until that time we live knowing that our hearts look homeward with immense joy while our earthly bodies continue to make small footprints on a world of impermanence as we sort the tattered Rubbermaid bins that make a bizarre summary of our earthly lives.

Seems like a bit of lengthy and drawn out way to simply say, my blog has moved again. Argh. Perhaps my mysteriously disappeared account at the previous site is an indicator from above that I need to stop trying to have a blog. And yet here I am again overwhelmed by background and layout choices, hoping to produce an intangible yet worthwhile waste of your five minutes.