Happiness, the fairy tale.

  A lot has happened since my last post. An incredible opportunity presented itself in the Pacific Northwest and we packed our gypsy wagon (ok, it was a U-Haul truck), hitched the car in a trailer and, 3,300 miles later, found  ourselves  in the beautiful city of Bellingham in the state of Washington. We are about 30 minutes from the Canadian border, as far away from the sunny Florida beaches as we could get, but it is worth it.        The summer was fantastic, with extra-long days, sun setting around 9- 9:30 PM. Lots of parks and things to do and see. Like the Bellingham Bay, visible from the window of our  apartment :    To the monument to the lost fishermen at the Squalicum Harbor:   In the city of Fairhaven, just 15 minutes from our place, Lola was able to sit and “converse” with Mark Twain, outside the Village Books and Paper Dreams:   I was able to tour the Steamboat W. T. Preston, one of the few patrolling the inland waterways in days gone by, removing debris to facilitate the

We can’t help but reflect on our past choices, as we get older. The “what if” question always comes up, in one way or another. It  doesn’t  necessarily  mean  regret or dissatisfaction with one’s current situation, just a natural process of growing up.   It is through reflection and evaluation of our past choices and actions that we are able to evolve and improve our lives and interactions with others. It is a natural part of this process to ponder on choices or opportunities not followed.   It might be the allure of the unknown, that same desire for adventure that drives humanity to explore never before traveled paths. I believe forks in the road are the hardest to pass up. As Robert Frost says in his poem “The Road not Taken”   Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,   And sorry I could not travel both   And be one traveler, long I stood   And looked down one as far as I could   To where it bent in the undergrowth;     Then took the other, as just as fair,   And having perhaps the bette

I am thankful, when I open my eyes in the morning.   Thankful for another day to appreciate the beauty all around me.   I thank the Sun for the warmth that loosens my tired bones,   the Earth for keeping me in touch with my roots   and reminding me to honor those who walked before me.   I pray to Brother Bear to grant me the strength for one more journey.   To Brother Eagle, to give me a vision to guide my path.   To Brother Owl, I pray for the wisdom to interpret all I see and hear.   To  the  Mother I pray for the courage to carry on.   Should she decide that today is the day I must join her, once again,   I pray that I can do so with my head held high.   With my soul free from sadness or regrets,   Satisfied with the work done and the knowledge   That my love will remain with those that follow. I will watch over you, until we meet again.