Sunlight, Sonlight

Sunlight. Rays of hope. And powerful beauty all around.

I preserve this image, and keep the image of light, to illuminate my path ahead of me in the days ahead.
We arrived home uneventfully (uneventful is always a plus) on Tuesday evening.
Being a people watcher, I was intrigued by a story that was about to unfold for someone else as we got off the airplane. Two security guards were waiting for someone who had been on our flight...I finished that story a hundred different ways in my head. Connie and I have more stories in our heads; enough fodder for some great fiction...

My house looked like it should have been condemned when I walked through the door, and I could smell the fact that we own cats, who apparently had also been eating food that didn't agree with them.

I don't have too much time to recoup and turn around, as I will be in NY for a couple of different events over the next few days and then leave next Wednesday on a writing retreat to re craft major story elements of a manuscript I turned in about a month ago. Prayers coveted in this area...but I have peace about the writing that is ahead.

I miss routine; I know Howie never in a million years would have imagined I would say that, but it is true. Softball practice, dance, even laundry, which I hate...but those things are all being pre-empted by matters of taking care of my mom and honoring my dad's legacy, which has had some interference. Sigh.

But I know from where my light shines, and it will guide and carry me. May it be so for you also.

Peace.