This blog took shape during the horrible week of the Boston Marathon bombing, the West, TX explosion, and the US Senate's failure to expand background checks on gun sales. Despite, and perhaps because of my sadness over these events, the subtitle of my blog is It will be all write. I believe it will be all right, but I can't live in the sadness for long. What could I do to make a difference? Send money to my political group of choice. Maintain a viewpoint of tolerance, understanding, and open-mindedness. Reach out to friends who have ties with Boston and the small community around West (world-famous for kolaches). Turn off the television... and write.
Busyness vs. Calm
I was driving down snow-covered Star Meadow Road Monday morning in a slight panic. I dug blindly in my bag for the list of Christmas gifts to buy and errands to complete in between yoga, a meeting at 11:30, dinner with a friend at 5:30 (we’re old), and finally another meeting at 6:30. Mustn’t forget to drop off my critique pages at Marie’s, I thought. Now where was that pen I stashed in the console… I’m retired. We live near a resort town that currently looks like a tranquil Christmas card. How can I be this busy? Star Meadow Road – Photo courtesy of Mike Coleman A huge bird—a golden eagle—flew over my car, filling the windshield and making me flinch. His flapping wings appeared jointed in five places each and nearly spanned the narrow road. He flew low and slowly in front of my moving car, hunting along Star Meadow Road the way I’ve seen eagles follow rivers. We traveled at 30 mph, swooping downhill for a mile or more until he banked to the right, and I lost him in snow-laden
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