I am still unable to put into words how we are feeling, but some have asked that the video be posted for those who are not on Facebook, so here it is. I will never remove it, so feel free to link to it. Our Beloved Rich is in Heaven. His battle was a tough one and he fought all he could. I will post again once the arrangements are made.

A blog about anything, as long as it fits in the pot. I fall victim, but I am not a victim. I am the one who sabotages. I hold myself for ransom. The price is high, nothing I can afford, so I torture myself to compensate for not getting what I want. Nothing changes when we secretly want it to stay the same. When I stop, I ask myself why. What stops me from being driven? February 13, 2018.

Stepping Stones and the Zen Master. I kept walking in the great expanse of old broken sticks, fallen trees, dead fern and dried up riverbeds. There was nothing left to this side. It was dead, and with each step came a deep sadness. I shuffled along the dry earth looking for a way to escape it. I walked for several hours, head bowed and heart broken before I reached the churning clean river.