My Invitation

Entering the Journey House for the first time...

At noon on a Wednesday morning in July I traversed the wide lawn and multiple raised beds of a huge Community Garden adjacent to the Journey House parking lot. I waved at ladies who were working there - laughing, pulling weeds and picking tomatoes. I walked around bird feeders and under trees decked with wind chime and twinkle lights and across the deep front porch – a maze of wrought iron love seats, picnic tables, and donation boxes stacked by the front door.