It’s nice to have been living in a bubble for a few days. No news, no FB. No extremes. Just happiness, contentment. This morning, a little reality. A senator is shot. Russia hearings are contentious. tRump is still an asshole. It’s still raining on and off. Blog still being stalked.

It’s a bunch of bad news, as usual. Such a dichotomy, to have a happy personal life, and then when I see a larger picture, to see so much pain and ugliness in the world. People trying to drum up drama so the world will pay attention to them. People who have no life of their own and so have to steal a bit of other people’s lives.

Seems crazy. But I suppose it’s all meant to be. To be where we are.

A friend from CT texted me that she was re-reading a book our book club read, Loving What Is by Byron Katie. I guess she’s trying to remember to stay in the moment, and remember that everything that happens was supposed to happen. It was a reminder for me too, that everything that has happened in my life has led me right to where I am. Which is a pretty damn good place.

The farther I get from the drama I was in, the more unreal it is to me that I ever bought into it. But I guess I needed to, it all needed to happen to allow the good stuff that is happening now into my life.

I may try a little fiction this afternoon. Not promising anything, but I may start it. I need to pick something from my life that can be fictionalized. Or I might just go make jewelry. I probably need to go to the grocery store. Need to trim back a hibiscus bush. Lots of little odds and ends ineed doing while it’s not raining.

So I’m on my own until open mic tomorrow. Hope it doesn’t rain again tomorrow night. There are thunderstorms in the forecast every single day. Monsoon season.

Love and light.