Scenery when driving about.
First blog post
This is the post excerpt.
While I learn how to run this blog, let me provide a little entertainment:
Title: Me Of course I was broken. It was a certain recipe for disaster. Add in a mound of work problems, Stir with 2 lumps of health issues And sprinkle in a generous helping of marital miscues. Bake under the warm glow of economic collapse, Political turmoil and climate change. It didn’t need Captain Ahab to yell “thar she blows”. Nobody actually wanted it to happen. It could have been prevented. But blow she did. Not in a spectacular super nova sort of way Worthy of an epic poem. More in a small, personal earth shattering way. Now, here is the wonder. Visualize the pieces, scattered, laying about. Growing old, turning to dust. But that isn’t what happened, not at all. instead the pieces started healing. I can’t explain how, that’s the miracle. Healing. How is that possible? Time, warmth, chocolate? Piece by piece, infused by some will Until the label “broken” no longer seems appropriate. Now, let’s call it disassembled. What do we make with all of these perfectly good pieces? Sure, some probably rolled under the couch. Maybe others scattered under the bushes. But look at all those wonderful, glorious pieces. There is just no way they are going to go back Together the same way. That would be insane. I am disassembled, not broken. Ed note: Reassembly is a future tale.
And now, for something a little lighter.
Title: June Snow It's June 19 to be precise. Looking around, where is the ice? Tall mountains, all covered in green. Winter is gone, that can be seen. White is flying both near and far. White is drifting down on my car. White is hitting all over the ground. White is scurrying without a sound. Look around, what do you see? Not much, just tree after tree. Look closer, notice what you should. White escaping the Cottonwood.