One Day In Savannah

One Night In Savannah

Exploring with my daughter.

Into The Wild Blue Yonder

It's time to move into the "Beyond" portion of this blog.  My divorce became final the last week of March 2011.  Last year was a hell of a year. It started out with a bang on January 2, 2010, when my husband of 22 years informed me that he was leaving because he said he "met someone while Christmas shopping".  Then things got really weird.

I don't have any clear direction of where this blog or my life is headed.  If I could choose, I'd like a life filled with fun and adventure, love, and great joy.  I'd choose health and happiness and live well every day for the rest of my life.  Yes, I think that's what I'll do.

The Trickster or The Messenger?

I looked out my kitchen window and saw Coyote in the rain.  He approached gingerly from the west, passing by two of my favorite thinking rocks where I sometimes like to sit alone and think a lot.  He crossed over the swollen little creek where a Bullfrog Friend of mine once lived.  Walking right up to the wooden fence, he poked his nose through and sniffed.  He might have been looking for Rabbit.  Finding nothing of interest, he moseyed on his way.  I watched as he sauntered through our neighbor's yard and disappeared without a sound:  not a single Dog barked to mark his passing.  I wondered if it made him sad, having caused not even the slightest stir. Or perhaps, instead, he felt rather pleased, imagining himself invisible on his soggy, solo trek through town.