Tuesday

It was cooler than expected this morning out on the front porch. And there was a bit of a fog hanging low in the open spaces… Just not under the tree canopy.

I’ve been thinking a lot these last few days about my history with this blog… journal… morning pages… Open diary? While this is always been an open conversation with myself, with what’s going on in the world today I find my conversations to be a little inane.

Been sitting on my front porch, watching the traffic move up and down my road, while everywhere I look in the world there is violence, mass murder, extremism of thoughts and beliefs… Leading to more murder and violence.

While I sit here enjoying a cool morning of flowers and birds and peace. A peace that seems ever more hard to find.

It seems the world… Excuse me, it seems the actions of some people in the world are aimed at depressing me. So forgive me… If I take a moment… Or two… Or three… It just sit here and listen to the birds sing and gaze upon the greenery of my yard while the world seems bent upon going to hell without me.

Try to enjoy your day even if it means ignoring the news for an hour or two… I’ll catch you on the other side.