From the plains of Oklahoma, along the road to home

It's early, in fact it's 4:30 a.m. in the morning early, here along the plains of Oklahoma.  The house is remarkably quiet save for the once in a while snoring sound of Gus, our 7-year-old miniature Aussie dog.  I love the quiet and every chance I can, I sit in it and relish the gift of peace that it offers to me.  Soon enough the sun will arise, cars will wake up on the streets of our town, and children will venture up and down Magnolia Avenue on their bicycles as they yell back and forth to one another.

The gift only lasts so long so I enjoy it when and while I can.

Many years ago, I began blogging right before I left for the Bike Across Kansas in the summer of 2011.  Writing turned out to be something I really loved to do and so I continued during the summer.  In August of 2011, a really poor decision made while I was riding a bike ended up sending me to the hospital with a badly broken left arm and wrist.  The recovery was a long one, punctuated by numerous surgeries and months in long arm casts.  I found it quite therapeutic to continue to write and so I carried on with blogging, often times having to pound out the words on the keyboard with only a few available fingers on my left hand.

The years went by, in fact nearly 10 of them.  Each of those years were filled with different stories of life wherever I might have been.  Those stories began to include my new husband Mike and of the adventures we were encountering as we lived in the mountains of Colorado and the plains of northern Texas.  As a teacher, I also wrote about what I learned as an educator and the many life lessons that my students had taught me.

Finally, a couple of years ago, the words simply ran out.  I truly had nothing really more to say and so I made the choice to stop writing.  Believe me, it was not that wonderful things were not happening, because there were some very good times in life.  There were plenty of not so good things as well.  I just couldn't find a way within me to share them in my words with others.

This morning it feels different.  This Sunday morning it seems the right thing to do.  And so, here I am once again.  

Words are returning to me now and they beg to be written and told to others.  My own blogging site, Along the Road to Home, is coming to life once again.  I have a personal goal to write at least a couple of times each week or even more.  My stories are not Pulitzer Prize winners that's for sure.  They are plain and simple accounts about life, mostly mine but perhaps you might see yourself on this page once in a while too.  I hope that maybe you might take the time out to read them if you are so inclined.

From the plains of Oklahoma to you where ever you might be,

Good Sunday morning!