One last look at the water. One last look at the Palms leaves blowing in the wind. One last look at the shadows playing on the sand. One last look at the fishermen's net in the sea anchored by a rope thrust deep into the sand. One last look through the sea shells and it is time to return.
As the blogger sits in the old comfortable chair in the home base the picturesque beauty of the Costa Esmeralda Beaches in the state of Veracruz, Mexico are but a distant memory. Nineteen hours of driving over now familiar roads bring the blogger's thought for today. It was time to return. Time to deal with the day to day pressures of the home base and all that the work entails.
There are works that we love to do and works that are works of love. And that is the alarm that sounds when it is time to return. Return from the fantastical thoughts of endless views, sweet and warm Mexican people, hard workers, non complainers, thankful and never ending laughter. Return to that which must be done and that which must be completed. Return to a work of love framed by memories of years of travel and embedded pictures that bring pleasure.
The wise Father of all created night and day and called it good. It was a time to return. When the sun rose it was given a time to return to nightfall and we call it sunset. Yet is but the beginning of the night which will give way to the time to return of the sun. And our lives are much the same. A time to go. A time to come. A time to return.
The return of the blogger from Mexico is a beginning of new and bold tasks of the next season that life dawns upon. The excitement of Jake my grandson running to see , thanking Paw Paw for fixing his 4 wheeler before leaving for Mexico, was a bright sunny beginning and tomorrow he will show the tricks he has learned to do. The back to the routine Gracie who brings a book and forgoes two weeks of absence to declare, "Read this book, Paw Paw", lets the blogger know that all was alright. It was time to return.
