Day Nine
Day NinePeace of mindmeeting myselfwhere I amno judgementsurrenderto mark making
Day Eightthere are many untold stories that wander around in the quiet moments, in this head.when i was much younger, my father would say”you know more of the stories than anyone””you could write my book”what has become apparent to me over the years, and living much of that as an outsider listening in, is that
Day SevenAh, the sun has popped out from the cloud cover, mid morning and elevated the overall mood. Who was it who said “lighting, and that big golden ball in the sky, is everything”I stepped out back to feel the fresh air with the sun on it, and even my favorite crows (who haven’t been
Read…Think…Vote “The unspoken assumption behind the idea that Trump should be allowed on the ballot and that the public should have the chance to choose for or against him yet again is that he will respect the voice of the electorate. But we know this isn’t true. It wasn’t true after the 2016 presidential election
Day Six“every situation and every event — whether sweet or tumultuous — is just another wave of circumstance for you to witness and ride, calmly and without judgment”I copied that statement as soon as I read it, weeks ago, knowing I would refer to those calming words, probably more than once. And here we are,
Day Threethe truth was, we were both refugees (of a sort) whose best prospects (at that time) lay in that land at the edge of that vast ocean, where the current climate and political agendas were on friendly terms, where our partially buried demons, and youthful indiscretions seemed thousands of miles seperated.and so, at sun