Tempests Follow

I copied my recent piece from Yabberz here. I try to keep a lot of this separated but this is a compilation of emotions that belong here as much as anywhere. I received some wonderful replies and hardly a bad one. It is as someone said a wonderful manifesto to the way I feel and they couldn't agree more. Thanks. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ This is not about politics, or personalities any longer. That choice has been made and it is time to move, to work, to enable, to heal, and yes, to love. You see before all this, before all of this divisiveness got crunchy and thick. There was a country and a people that I could truly be proud of. That belief has never left me in my lifetime, there was never a moment when I believed that we were a nation without a soul. It is being challenged, and pulled, and twisted and diminished by some, but there it is, a very alive, and very much a capable soul. I have come to the conclusion that I must

Calm, deliberate and deepening breaths. If you have too many things pop up visually, then picture a white dot on a black wall or vice versa and just concentrate on that and breathing. She leaned against the large rock that a glacier had so nicely deposited some tens of thousands of years ago, it was warm with the morning sun and she began to get a little bit of "it."                                                                                                        ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~   In December of 1974 a woman bought a copy of Popular Electronics. It was not her thing at all, but it did demonstrate the Altair 8800 computer. Flipping through the pages she found some things she understood and many she did not. She sent in the subscription form and filled it in with her neighbors name on it. He will like that she thought, Paul always did like those kinds of things and this was on the list. So maybe he and his buddies can get this little thing going after all. He move

The whole process of ideas, either crazy or brilliant, begins with getting them out there. From there they can be examined and molded, shaped and found viable or not. For people who write, that big delete button could be a saving grace or a destruction of some great work, I am feeling like gambling a bit today. One thing you get to see when you go from site to site online are issues. Stories, news, life, even shopping is about issues. People don't like the way something is, do not want that price on something, do not accept some facet of this person and that one. In watching this and breaking it down, seeing the political and idealistic divides deepen I look for causes, base causes. Because I don't like to rebuild an engine when the car just needed some gas added. The ultimate point of efficiency, laziness. As I watch the patterns and try to call out the bad actors, the intolerance and hate, the media and just us humans in general I saw something else. We do not learn, o

Double Creek road she repeated again and again, having turned off the navigation system to truly be unplugged as possible. Passing a small farm just outside of "downtown" she slowed to marvel at the chainsaw carvings being offered near the roadside. Deciding not to ask for directions she drove on slow enough to catch the few and far between road signs.   The door was sticky as Bud had mentioned and she found it just as he described. It was stocked up on fresh water in the tank attached to the side of it and Bud had recently added solar powered LED lights and called it all city like now. She forgot about the dry ice for the cooler box, but could go to Beau's for that in the morning, it was chilly enough that anything she had brought with her could stay in the car just fine. Speaking of chilly, she had to get that little cast iron savior going soon, it was her everything out here, heat, cooking, hot water etc... It was no more than a ten foot by ten foot log box, carefull

   The tone in her voice was intense as she glared out into the nothingness of a picture in her office. The man on the phone was questioning her integrity and she was not going to have it. She was once nominated for a Pulitzer for chrissake, who was he to challenge whether she asked for gluten free or not? Upset with the poor effects of her complaining she hung up the phone defiantly.   She was working on something, but she couldn't tell you where she was at in it. It was supposed to be a story of a study on women's life habits and what it means as they age. Right now it was just a pile of upcoming issues she would have to deal with in her personal life as well as her private one. This story didn't bite, it was her idea and she pushed it to her editors it just lacked any traction with her after a while. She had worked for this online publication since the beginning and this was the first time something like this had happened.  Her Editor noticed all of the delays and the