Passing through this little town a few hours from my home is always a special occurrence to me. In a way it reminds me of my hometown in Germany. Small, quaint, simplified, it has the bare minimum of stores to help you survive. Nothing more, nothing less. People walk to the stores and times seems to move a little slower. It’s a feel of how things used to be and I find a certain comfort being emerged within it’s surroundings. There is a peacefulness, a quiet, a leaving your troubles on the outskirts of town. Many waive as you stroll the streets along the banks of the river and the town spirit appears laced and infused with kindness and friendliness. It pokes at a yearning deep inside of me, a yearning to find a resting place like this where sincerity and mindfulness is still most important. Where there is a true care, comradeship, friendship and genuine desire to help and support. Perhaps my soul has come a great ways and is feeling a little tired. Perhaps it struggles to adjust to fleeting moments and recognizes that different times are ahead. Perhaps it is telling me that it is time to slow down, to find this place, and to live out my days in harmony and peace. My heart hears the call.