The Anchor

The old wood stove clanks as the newly inserted wood begins to crackle as flames consume it. Coals remaining from the well stoked stove the evening before serve as a thrifty ignition for the wood generously added this morning. The den becomes cozy and warm from the heat off the cast iron container connected to the chimney. A warm place of quiet and solitude is at our command as we stretch out the legs upon the recliner. On the coldest morning so far this year, the blessing of warmth and comfort inside serves as a stark contrast to the frigid realm outdoors. Bright morning sun peeks its way through the trees on the hillside to the east and conveys an illusion of warmth. Quiet now from the hectic bustle of the last few weeks of travel and chores, this host to Parkinson’s allows himself the pleasure of a welcomed change as he reflects upon the challenges, the victories, and the joys of the last full month. A warm crackle from the old wood stove sparks the heart with thoughts of gratitude for time with family, some tasks accomplished, and the blessing of a safe harbor to moor this sometimes wandering vessel. A thankful heart serves as an anchor to secure this wanderer in the embrace of the sea that gives life.