Two palms
Not in Washington state, that’s for sure! No, it’s time to look southerly for that beautiful palm. And man oh man, am I ready to go find it.
Of course, that’s not to say that I don’t love the great and glorious state of Washington because I do. And I always will.
After all, it was here, west of the Cascades, west of the Puget Sound, on a lovely island called Marrowstone, that I found a private little paradise made for two, the place I’ve called home for the past seven years, the place I never thought I’d ever want to leave, and then …
Life is capricious. And that’s the rule, not the exception.
Even so, we live our lives on the shaky premise that life is clean, ordered, and pretty darned predictable. But the premise, of course, is false. I know. And I learned that lesson the hard way.
Still, if we manage to survive that hardest of lessons, it can be a liberating experience, forcing us to live more in the moment, to be more agile, more aware, ready and eager for the next act in this grand, unpredictable, and fleeting play. Read the rest of this entry »
