what a long strange trip it is

so such a lot has happened since i last wrote. both in my personal life and in the world life.

to recap my personal life, my daugher and her wonderful husband were here visiting, i had a nice brief ttalk with my x and my grandson hit a grandslam. there was much more to it of course, but those are the biggies.

in the world, oh my oh my oh my. the church slayings, the bruhaha over the confederate flag, the boston bomber sentencing and apology, the supreme court upholding healthcare. what a lot of stuff that boggles the mind. and the heart.

so you all know by now how i feel about everything. i think the slayings heinous, racism insidious, the confederate flag needed to come down before it was put up, the boston bomber may be sincere, but the ship has sailed. and my governor is a grownman sized toddler pouting over the fact that people will be able to keep their healthcare.

it occurs to me that we all spend our days on one of two things. trying to figure out life or trying to figure out death.

you'd think maybe if you were to read my fb posts of late that i was mostly pondering over the slayings and the confederate flag thing. but as so often is the case, what i'm talking about isn't really mostly what i'm thinking about.

i'm thinking about so many other things really. and it's all tied up with something that i just still haven't found a way to articulate. even while i feel it most sincerely.


''the story of life is quicker than the blink of an eye. the story of love is hello, goodbye." Jimi Hendrix