"If one is lucky, a solitary fantasy can totally transform a million realities." So said the magical Maya Angelou

Tuesday, July 21, 2015

I Thought it Would be Different

The other day I went for a walk in Witherle Woods with the dogs and had the guts to count my blessings for how good I have it.  Within a half hour, both hounds had a face full of porcupine quills which I spent two days yanking out and making them despise and blame me for their trauma.  

I should know not to think I have it made.

In fact as I'm recalling it, I was holding a perfect yellow and purple feather wrapped in a piece of birch bark when I started yanking quills.  Where did those beautiful things go?

Yesterday, Monday, news came that we're heading into another New Now.  Here we go:  change, uncertainty, a call to "arms".  That was right after I formatted this new blog to record musings about how dreamy is life.  

Life isn't dreamy.  It's good and provocative and a gauntlet, that's what life is.  Gorgeous.

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