My new home away from home is a building that dates from 1904. I love the thought of that. I love the reality of that. So much history, charm and just plain longevity. I hope someone says the same about me some day. So, okay, maybe I don't really want to be as old as all that. The building comes complete with a "service" elevator that operates by rope and pulley. The basement has a dirt floor. Makes me think of the following "remember Man that you are dust and to dust you shall return". Guess you could just say dust happens. I have to wonder how many footsteps have fallen on those floors over the years.
So many people track their footsteps today and while I sometimes wonder how many I take in a day the very thought makes me weary. I can only hope my footsteps are happy ones, full of faith and that love and laughter accompanies each one.
Some opportunities are encased in new and shiny wrappings, some come in quaint old packaging, I hope I bloom in this building, in fact, I plan too. I hope you have a place dear to your heart that you bloom as well. Whether it is new or old, whether you are new or old, may it bless you and nurture you.
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