Natchez.  The peace of this place nurtures my soul. 

Last month, Carley surprised me with a trip to my hometown where we stayed in a cottage on the grounds of Homewood Plantation.  The home burned down in 1940 but the steps remain. Leading nowhere in particular, they are evidence of what once stood.  If only the moss-draped oaks could talk.

My daughter knows that I am facing my upcoming empty nest with a lot of mixed emotions.  It took almost a full day for the anxious feelings to be swept away.  But it did happen.  And then, I opened my eyes to the tranquility of the town that nourished me from birth to the age of 18.

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