The year in retrospect

img_3198Like the sun setting over the mountains, so is the old year of 2017. In a few day it will be a new year. How do you feel about 2017? Myself, I feel I had a great year personally. I wrote Short Stories by Timothy M Nugent and a novel called The Man with a Limp which is going to press this week. I have written two follow up novels; the Chameleon Returns and Charlie.  I Will publish the latter books in 2018; I am currently writing Brooks Mc Laughlin which has forty thousand words so far. I enjoy writing ✍️ and will continue to learn as I go. Do you have a passion you must do everyday?

Corina and I are building a house with a cabina. We hope to be living in the cabina by March. We keep ourselves fairly busy; Corina does painting, macrame, and she loves to cook. We very seldom go out to eat, why? Because Corina is an excellent cook 👩‍🍳, it is hard to beat her meals. We are living the good life and have no regrets moving to Costa Rica. We will renew our residency in 2018 and continue to build. Once in the cabina, we will work on on garden of fresh fruits and vegetables 🌽.

We have not explored the country because of the money we need to build and we will save up for a small trip this year. How does Mexico Sound? Any ideas away from all the tourists traps? I hope you can look back and be happy with your decisions in 2017. I hope your family was involved in your adventures. Until next year,



It Came to Pass

It came to pass; the grand old woman went to the great beyond.
All her subjects, her sons and daughters for whom she was fond,
Comforted her as she searched for the light,”
“Eased her pain to give her clarity and insight.

To search for those who went before,
Those whose stories were legends of lore,
Through the darkness of past pain she traveled,
Through the shadows of light bedeviled.

Soon the glare of white shown clear
Her three sisters she held dear.
Mother and father held out their hands,
Welcoming their daughter to the Promised Land.

Husband, with his head held low,
Asking forgiveness to rescue his glow,
Tarnished by years below.”
“With her wisdom, she would bestow.

Two figures step into the light,
The last to acknowledge her graceful flight.
Two brothers, her sons long traveled past,
Welcoming the grand old lady at last.

Her journey complete, a life well lived,
Her vessel quietly asleep, it gave all it could give.
It came to pass.
Her rest is eternity; a new life begins.

I will miss you, Mom.”

Author: tmnugent

Poet Author. Living in Costa rica Pura Vida. Love to travel, play with my dogs and write poetry. My girlfriend and I enjoy life and could't be happier living here

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