Naples, Florida
I sat at the dining table overlooking the Gulf of Mexico. Paradise? In normal times perhaps. This trip however was a reminder of the hell that is and has always been my mother.
I sat at the dining table overlooking the Gulf of Mexico. Paradise? In normal times perhaps. This trip however was a reminder of the hell that is and has always been my mother.
I remember the first time I turned the corner into a darkened room and across the immense back wall hung this painting. It was never about religion for me, however.
HB and I are in Hawaii. It seems as if February is the one time each year that it’s just us – no dogs, no responsibilities, no dishes, etc. It’s an enigma wrapped in a conundrum of three weeks of no’s wrapped in the glorious yes of doing nothing. Our mornings are spent with two […]
It Was An Owl is a blog for boomers in the last phase of their lives. The last phase, however, is the most important. It can last a long time with the right attitude.
I had no idea what I would discover, how I would discover it, or what meaning would be mined from my yearlong self-imposed contemplations.