longing

I'm missing you. Memories of being safe in your haven, resting, growing, being nurtured, these memories glisten in my soul. I long to be surrounded again, to stand in awe of your natural beauty. I feel so exposed now. I am wary, nervous, unsure, eager... When I return, someday, I will feel full again.

People often ask me why I miss L'Abri.
They ask, "What was so wonderful about it?"




















Need I explain more?