All of us have - or should, if we are to survive - something to draw strength from in times we need it. People. Things. Places. Words. Any or all of the above.
Hold tight to them in the coming days and years, especially my American fellows. Know that love persists and eventually triumphs, and that we will stand together against oppression and hatred. And, if you need something to draw strength from, some words that have always resonated for me in the past:
All that is gold does not glitter,
Not all those who wander are lost;
The old that is strong does not wither,
Deep roots are not reached by the frost.
From the ashes a fire
So, after.... far too many years lurking around the site and occasionally poking a Favorites button, I've finally uploaded a couple of my own photographs. The 'Muse Tree' at work is the subject of the first batch; I've Stashed a few more, mostly some older pictures that are particular favorites of mine. They're all of pretty questionable quality, having been taken through the perpetual dust coating the lens of my iPhone 5, but they're better than a blank page.
Still working on my various writing projects, and, as ever, gaining inspiration from the far more talented artists whose work I'm poking the Favorites buttons of.
...and the Fine Art of Folding Shirts.
I have so many things I'm supposed to be doing.
The pile of clean, unfolded laundry on my bed is reaching critical mass, I have yet to proofread the chapter of RDBH I'm posting tomorrow, and I desperately need to scrub the bathroom floor.
(No, I'm not an anal-retentive neat freak. Rather the opposite, in fact, but whatever fool elected to put *white* tile and *white* grout in a bathroom in *Virginia*, a state well-known for having mud the color of Cheetos, really ought to be drug out into the street and shot. Getting the floor clean is a nightmare - the thought of *keeping* it clean is laughable.)