So I have to admit blogging is not only hard work but also discouraging. Writing your heart out day in and day out is a
“…There’s a communion between souls and natural beauty or should be. She, like Bacon above, was referring to a second book. I love that book…”
Why do I choose sticks over carrots? Why am I compelled by the fear of consequences instead of rewards? Surely there’s more.
…In our house, we’ve faced a few trials this year, but as I looked at the photos I was shaken. Our small measure of inconvenience and frustration amounts to absolute nothing when compared to the suffering that has descended upon the planet…
My breakfast, served by the Professor with love this morning, was pretty good. Eggs on a thin Everything Bagel slathered with Laughing Cow Lite cheese spread, chased with a glass of reduced fat, lactose free milk, and lots of hot coffee. I have a few questions.
I guess you’re owed an explanation – if you want one. It was, after all, more than a year ago that I traveled to Northern California, writing about my trip back to the place that made me and about what I learned there. Spoiler alert: what I thought I knew then is much less than I know now and less than I’ll know tomorrow. I’m ok with that.