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I wished it for others and meant it, and mean it, but found myself too drained to consider a happy New Year celebration. Not drained in an over-worked or exhausted way; drained in the sense of spirit and emotion.
My world, my life, with all of its flaws and imperfections, is a solid, comfortable and colorful work in progress - I am blessed, truly, and grateful always. The lives of those nearest and dearest to me are also, for all intents & purposes, healthy, wholesome and riddled only with 'normal' issues we all face.
The lives of so many, too many, of our worldwide fellow men, women & children, however, are continually being destroyed, ruined and literally taken, despite political promises, global awareness and previous lessons still unlearned.
My heart breaks and my soul aches as my brain tries to reason & understand. My eyes shed tears for those whose new year will be clouded with much the same tragedies and travesties as the previous years, despite their deserved hopes, dreams and desires.
For us all - PEACE ~
This is the latest look of our neighborhood!! It is so pretty for the eyes and makes Santa & the snowmobilers happy, but it is such a pain in the a$$ to drive in & shovel. What can a poor Midwestern gal, who should be living in the tropics anyway, do? Bundle up for a walk and take snowy pictures. I've posted so many this past week on Flickr, that people think I'm making this stuff up in Photoshop!! Count your blessings if your worst winter weather concern is a drop in temperature and count your blessings anyway. Happy Harley Days to All ~
...but, oh, how I wish it was the last!! This dusting of Mother Nature's frozen dandruff existed less than an hour and let's just say...it was 59 minutes longer than necessary, for I get the point...no aimless motorcycling in the forecast :-((
How I ended up in the frozen tundra, especially since my little birds all flew the coop, for the most part, to warmer climates, is beyond my comprehension. I spent sporadic years attempting to root myself in various other parts of the country, but for time worn reasons & fairy tale rhymes, I would migrate back "home" to Wisconsin.
One day, the sooner the better, I will grab the bull by the horns and steer myself towards a place where the weather alone won't institutionalize me. In the mean time, I'll rub my hands together, don my feet with extra fleece and wear hats indoors while I conjure up my ideal destination. ~
I wished it for others and meant it, and mean it, but found myself too drained to consider a happy New Year celebration. Not drained in an over-worked or exhausted way; drained in the sense of spirit and emotion.
