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It’s a balmy 79° out this morning, the sun’s shining, the trees are overwhelmingly green, the tiny wrens and sparrows are loving the feeders, and the wind isn’t blowing. The house is clean, the laundry’s caught up for a bit, the plants have been watered and encouraged, and my wonderment as I sit here is… what is this feeling? It feels suspiciously like contentment, with a welcome absence of dread and concern. Given the opportunity, I could get used to this, but for now, even an hour or two of “it’s not my problem, man” is sweetly healing. Constant uncertainty and threat are damaging to the psyche, so there’s no reluctance on my part to say “I don’t care. I’ll care later, after I consort with my better angels for a while. Today I’m in my happy place. Do not screw it up.” Also, I encourage everybody to consider whether you, too, might need to make room for a day of solitude.
Really weary of my own schtick lately, so Hello Sunshine!
Dawson, a thoughtful northern neighbor, encouraged me yesterday with this…
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So our assignment, should we choose to accept it …
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