When we cease to do a thing
   How easy we forget
The good news is
   Tis joy to remember it

Our body doth remember
   Our hands
   Our blood
   Our soul
If you cease to do a thing you love
It doth take a heavy toll

Fret not if not doing!
   There will always be time
When you life is ready
   The chips will fall in line

And that thing
That thing you love so dear
It will find you

Forget not what you love!
   But know tis not who you are
Though the passion and joy found
   Can carry you far

Far beyond this thing some call the mundane of every day
Riding high on wings of action
We shape our lives like a potter moulds clay

Remember what moves your soul
That is a clear path before you set and lined with all you know
Forget not what you do
Do what you love
Love every breath
There is no mundane.

Brilliant
Beautiful
Wonderful morning
With the birds a singing
   And the cars a buzzin
Busy Busy
BEEEEEEES
Off to act providers for their families
But I wonder under how much thunder does the lightning strike
Not today I might
   Add to the story of our glory
We are writing it now don't you know
In the
Brilliant
Beautiful
Wonderful
Shadow of the mountain God's watchful eyes
There is wonder in the skies
A magnificence rarely seen
Twas never easy bein green if you trust the words of old blue eyes
What did her know?
   His act was all a show?
   Like us all
Now this here
This is reality
   Warm, friendly but a little bit salty
Thank God for family!
Rehydrating my emotional needs with ease
Protecting
Directing
Sharing the way
On this brilliant, beautiful, wonderful day

A festive season full of mixed feelings as we prepare for our departure
Our destiny awaits
At least an epic journey at any rate

Friends and family bring good health and cheer
then come the tears
The embrace
The long goodbye
Who could go through it without wanting to cry?

But we sally forth
To the irrevocable pull 
Which we can no longer 
Simply ignore

It means a pause placed on the life we have here and a heartfelt goodbye to those we hold dear but never fear we shall return some year

Having grown and expanded with air in our wings
We shall travel light and return with whatever our trip brings

I say not goodbye
Instead, fare the well
For next time we meet
There shall be stories to tell