Life has been going by really too quickly and most of it illicits the same feelings as this picture. I don't know which side I am on or if I am on land or at sea. It's just all one big hot confusing mess. I am not in ANY kind of mental or emotional distress, just in suspended wonder and anticipation/anxiety... wondering when a moment of stillness will present itself. Or maybe a slowing down of the roller coaster.
Or maybe this is just the pace of life now..?
We are back from our west coast journey and it was a fun and fabulous adventure, but not so much relaxing. I will post pictures and tell some of the tale because it was quite lovely. The west is so enchanting and glorious in many many ways. I'm not sure what the hell we are still doing in the southeast, but I am aiming to put all of my energy into summoning up the recourses to change that. I have worn myself out down here in the swampy south. There are many things I love about this place, but it is not ans has never felt like my "home". The place where my heart, soul and body feel at ease. That is the way I feel when I am in the west. To make it even more extra motivating is that my husband's asthma is almost non existent and I am guessing that Harley's will be much improved as well.
I am just popping in to say a real post is in the works. Right now, I'm too focused on catching my breath and keeping the trippy flashbacks at bay! (And those are not bad flashbacks at all, just not feeling life as it is. A surrealness that can only be described in terms of riding the Magic Mushroom Train.)