A massive storm is moving in to the East Coast. I am thinking of all of you, friends, who are hunkering down, waiting to find out how bad it will be.
Closer to home, a massive storm is moving in on me in my work life–or so it seems, as I stew and await its landing.
Peace eludes us. Because I am feeling tumultuous inside, and Nature is feeling tumultuous outside, I’m trying to regroup and focus on things that actually matter. Unfortunately, that means I’ve got a fairly self-gratifying post here, full of pictures I like to look at. Apologies if you’re already over-saturated. Maybe look at every third one and, if you’re bored, critique hairstyles and accessories?
So: Peace. I find it in the faces of people halfway across the world, people who have weathered their own storms, people who remind me that we’re all, ultimately, alike. If you have some minutes, kick back now, and take a look at your fellow creatures. You don’t know them, but they are you, and you are they.[set_id=72157631847085519]
I am also finding peace–JOY!–when I look at these next photos and consider the beauty of traveling with a Friend Not Yet Overtaken By Growing Tumors and the wife who loves her with a marvelous ferocity. A lot may suck, but this chance to share the world together did not.
So played out am I right now, I can only resort to pat, cliched thinking. Cliches are oft-repeated for a reason.
Thus, I simply say that, when storms brew and a peaceful, easy feeling is just something The Eagles sing about,
it’s people and love of them that make me smile.
In one memorable snippet of life, Virginia started a song using the word “bromidal.” Shortly therafter, we added in “diatomaceous.” And when you’re 75 and 45, friends, that’s what we call Good Fun.
So, as threatening winds gust all around, what do I want to pull into my brain and my heart–to push out the negative?