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Come Wander Along with Me...

I wander...it is simply what I do.  Since I was a young girl, my parent's tried everything to keep me close to home, going to such  measures as to buy me goats.  Though I loved my goats, my heart still  wandered.  

Growing up in rural New Jersey, I was surrounded by dense woods and long stretches of farm land to fuel my imagination.   I felt at home in the arms of the forest and spent many days laying upon the fragrant mossy soil staring up through the filter of leaves... watching the light dance.  It is these experiences that I work to remember.

In adulthood, I discovered the joy of capturing those precious moments, through my camera's lens.  Though the many years in between my youth and the present, I have enjoyed many wonderful adventures and am currently wandering in another people's land.  For the past 10 years I have had the pleasure of living in Europe and learning to look at life in a very different way.   

Through my images and my wanderings, I hope you will enjoy seeing the world around you... in a new way.

So...I invite you to "Come Wander Along with Me..."

A Hero’s Welcome

Thursday, June 25, 2009 at 11:29am Posted in Living in Europe, Military

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A visit to the military base today brought back a rush of emotions.  When my soldier separated from the Army I had a huge sigh of relief, no more bombs or bullets in our family any more.  No more cryptic calls in the middle of the night…  I thought once he was safe once again and out of harms way, I could move on and the word War wouldn’t shatter my soul with it’s impact. After all MY soldier was safe.  Little did I know, they were all MY soldiers.

While driving into the base today, confronted by those endless row of yellow ribbons, a heros welcome, there on my check were the stains of memory once more.   The endless waiting, the countless breaths held till word reached us once more, the eyes forever searching the TV for news.   Desperation for the truth…the packing of bags.

I remember when we first became a military family someone said to me, “Once an Army family, Always and Army family”.  No truer words  could be said.

I don’t know which units returned to this amazing display of love and pride, but whomever you are THANK YOU my Heros for all you have sacrificed.  May you rest tonight in the arms of love and safety once more.

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by lthek

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June 25, 2009 - 12:09 Robin Lerios - Powerful stuff my dear and so eloquently shared with all of us. I, who have never been a military gal now have a sense of the life. Thank you again.

June 25, 2009 - 13:37 Ben - very poignant, it only makes me more want to pull back from all these wars. I think of the people who have come back but lost something of their soul. A friend lost her son to a suicide shortly after he returned home. I think of that when I see these ribbons too.

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