The ghost of the old me on Tawny in 1968 at the beginning of The Journey and me in October 2004 on beautiful Homestead Road....God has seen us through much!

The Journey

I took a trip to Homestead Road...

Once a home to me...

A dream upon my pillow

A place I longed to see.

I was another person then.

I'd just stepped on the path

of things that life would ask of me

Born of pain and wrath.

There were some roses now and then.

A spot of sunshine too.

My boots got heavy with the mud

of some things I walked through.

I came out weary for the wear.

I looked back where I'd been,

and somehow life lost its despair

although I did not win.

I knew that there was much to see

with clearer vision now.

I wanted to see Homestead Road

and capture it somehow,

for all it's natural beauty...

for the lake across the road...

for the autumn leaves of red and gold

to release my heavy load.

Of all the miles I walked from there

to soothe the aches and pains

of learning what the books don't tell

through lifetimes stormy rains.

I stood upon the mulching leaves

with a ghost of the old me...

a younger woman with a dream

of what her life might be...

with one small boy, a babe in arms,

a husband on a boat...

I held her hands and she held mine...

our timelines were remote.

The wind began to blow the leaves.

The colors swirled around.

The air was clean and fresh and rich.

I stood on Holy Ground.

It was a gift...a precious one...

to view my old abode...

to hold the hand of who I was

as me on Homestead Road...

Jennifer Grant

Dedicated to my co-worker, Melissa Padaca, who accompanied me on my journey to Ledyard, Conn. and helped me realize my dream!