It was windy. We rolled into a camp spot in the Lincoln National Forest that had tall pines and a mountain top view. It was raining; the wind was bending those big trees every which way. I got a small fire going, but our gut kept telling us this was not the spot for us.
Is it a show? No.
Is it a play or a show on television? No.
Not in the context I’m writing about. It could be that if I were thinking of a TV series or going to the theater to watch a play.
What I’m writing about will get your blood boiling, especially if you’re a parent. Well, it could have the same effect if you have experienced it in the workforce, but I am leaning more towards the parenting type of DRAMA.
Twas the night before Christmas and all through our house, things are being stirred, cookies, candy, and a meat dish from Argentina. The sun is shining, no snow in sight, if I’m not mistaken, Tennessee might be confusing its weather pattern with Florida, at 67* it feels like March instead of December.
Thanksgiving means so much to everybody. The gathering around kitchen tables laden with food. The air crackling with conversations of yesteryear, how aunt Mabel burned the turkey to a crisp, and that time Christmas ham came to the rescue.
Silence is golden in the early morning hour, just before the sun peaks its first rays over the eastern horizon. No one stirs, and I am sitting on the front stoop of my house sipping on a steamy cup of coffee. The steam rises in the crisp autumn air and disappears somewhere above my head.
Who are you? Who are you really, at the core of your heart?
This is the question that will bring out the glazed eyes and the drool for most. They don’t know or they are afraid to find out. Walking around with a mask is much easier, safer, less messy perhaps.
This day August 16, 2019 I am more aware of things going on in the world, I am more in tune with myself. I see myself and others with different eyes, with more compassion. I have been asking myself, why? Why, when I was younger, I was less aware of things going on around me and my inner thoughts. It wasn’t because I didn’t care, I just hadn’t developed the skills to gather and retain wisdom as well as I do now.
People nowadays are more aware of alternative medicine and are educating themselves about the side effects of conventional drugs. Even some doctors are leaning towards allowing your immune system time to do what it’s designed to do in the body.
The rain was pounding against the west facing windows, another streak of lightening brightened up the night sky, I tensed up for the roar to follow. The book I was reading hung limply in my hand, tucking my feet snugly under myself, I settled even further down into the lazy boy I was sitting on.
I kept an eye on them from the kitchen window as my five children played in the back yard, washing my dishes I drifted back in time when I had no responsibilities, back when life was carefree, I could read books, use the bathroom and do other things without interruption. Life was good back then, “but life is way better now” I mused to myself. Working my way through the pile of dishes I felt relief and satisfaction on another task done.