We try to keep it real on this blog. That said, if you ever hear me utter the words “I’m keepin’ it real,” please take me gently by the hand and take me to a quiet room where you can apply duct tape to my mouth (preferably glitter duct tape).
We’re making it through the pestilence. We survived the murder hornets. Then the locusts came. The weeping cities and burning hearts. And now, as a treat, earthquakes, tropical storms, and, locally, hailstones the size of moons.
Some of us smile like goofy goobers over 70% of the time. Some of us seem sober, somber or serious, but know peace like a river deep within. All of us are more than meets the eye.
There’s no pleasant way to say this. The tulips are toast.
We all continue to learn how to navigate the uncharted waters of this pandemic. We are at the place in this unprecedented time where we now start to look to the future.
They say things are getting worse. They say things are going to get better, maybe even better than the “better” they said before. But none of them or us has the final say.
It’s my earnest hope that you’re finding inspiration in all manner of windows right now.
Everything has changed. Nothing has changed. We have a choice in how we’ll be changed.
This, my dears, was no ordinary February. This was the big one.