I saw the morning sun stream though the trees. The moon quietly smiled form the other side of the sky. Then the heat hit in a blaze of orange. A restless day and night followed. Now, a new day begins.
Tuesday, September 21, 2010
This foggy morning blankets the inward directed thoughts. To linger in this slowly drifting, floating mental state a little longer would be oh so nice. I’ve already wrote today’s to do list. The to do’s magnetic pull is tugging my mind in their direction. Are they a lighthouse guiding the journey from the siren song of pleasurable disaster? Or just the fence that keeps life in check in the artificial safety of self imposed normalcy? For myself I need both the fog and the map.
Tuesday, September 14, 2010
Tuesday, September 7, 2010
Summer has slipped into fall. I know the calendar still says summer, but the world around says fall. The kids are back in school and the weather is cooler. The daylight is getting shorter. I see football on TV and signs of Halloween are popping up. Transition and change again as I want hold onto something stable, but change is the only outside world constant. So I let go of summer to be in the fall with all its variations. Begin again.