The Healing

–A Time Of Solitude: Part Three

The night was slowly slipping its way into the morning when the rooster started crowing and the songbirds awakened the new day.  The sunrise broke the tree line just beyond the pasture filling the sky with a collage of colors.  I crawled out of bed to get dressed and I felt more than ready for a shave and some heavy clothes.  I put some cut wood in the potbelly stove to get some warmth in the house.  March had arrived but the nights were still cold, and we were still getting some snow flurries just before dawn.

I put some water on the stove for coffee and cracked two eggs in the skillet, throwing in some cheese, bacon, and bread to toast.  It was noticeable to me that I had gained a few pounds and grew muscles too.  It wasn’t a fancy farm, there was wood to chop, animals to feed and I always walked the perimeter of the farm in the mornings with Henry’s cattle dog.  He had become a constant companion and guide.

I could feel the new strength in my body and my mind had more clarity.  I was writing stories again and the work had given me more stamina. 

I felt the healing in my heart and I felt hope again.  Soon I will be ready to leave the farm and say goodbyes to my friend Henry.  It was time for me to find my way home.

It has been almost three years since I have seen my family.  Perhaps it was time to pick up the axe and chop wood a spell, then load up my Chevy van and start down the dirt road, and head for the Carolina shores.

Henry pulled up near the back door, seeing that I was loading up he smiled and walked over, giving me a long hug then handed me a letter from my mom.  I opened it up and all that was written was two words.

Come Home!

Henry waved goodbye and I headed out with tears in my eyes and a heart aching to go home.  Blasting on the radio was the song Rambling Man by The Allman Brothers Band.  A good start indeed!

Coming soon Part Four – Home

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Larry Tyler
Larry Tyler
Awaken the possibilities … then unleash them. After 55 years of successful retail management, I have returned to my passion of writing. I write Poetry, Storytelling, and Short Stories. As a child, I grew up on front porch storytelling. I would sit and listen to my Dad and his brothers tell these great stories that were captivating, and I always wanted to hear more. I wanted to experience the things they talked about. I started writing at a young age and reading everything I could get my hands on. At twelve years old I started a storytelling group and several of my friends became writers or poets. At 16 I hopped box cars and worked the tobacco fields, orange groves, picked cotton, and spent many nights around a campfire listing to life stories. Someone once asked me why I wrote. It consumes an amazing amount of time and I assure you it is not going to make me rich. I write so that my children can touch and feel my words telling of the ones that came before us and the stories they told me. These are the chronicles of our family and even though they come from my childhood memories and are deeply rooted in a child’s remembrance at least they may feel what it was like in the time before them and cherish the things the elders left behind. I am a Columnist & Featured Contributor, BIZCATALYST360 and I have The Writers Café, a group on LinkedIn that features Poets, Writers, Artists, Photographers, and Musicians . On Facebook I have two groups and one page; Dirt Road Storytelling, From Abandoned To Rescue Dogs And Cats, and About Life, Love And Living. As writers, it is true that we honestly do not know what we hold within us until we unleash it. When our words inspire others only then will inspiration return to the writer. I will spend my twilight years in search of the next story, the next poem, and the next image. I will take the time to enjoy my Wife, our Dogs, and Cats, and our amazing new home and I will always find the time to walk down a dirt road I truly hope is that I never have to read another book on Leadership, be on a conference call or see another plan o gram as these were the tool for what I did in life and not about who I am.

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