5:46am sunrise from the magnificent bluffs of Point Dume

HOME SWEET HOME

            Who’d-a-thunk I’d have such a magnificent home when I was a kid.  If someone told me I’d get to live in “Hollywood” like Aunt Luana – my little jaw would have dropped at the very thought.  Yet here I am, broke like Aunt Luana, living the dream.  Sorta.  I wouldn’t have cared one bit that I’d be renting one room in somebody else’s house.  And really it’s quite all right by me, except when I get scared that is.  But what if I “owned” my home, as I used to, saddled with a mortgage and tons of debt, as I used to have.  No thanks.  I am free and so flexible. And having given up so much entrapment, I have learned that Spirit truly does have my back.  That I am home wherever God is which is EVERYWHERE and ANYWHERE.  This side of the veil and oh the “other” side too.  Straightened up on my stool then leaned back for a stretch and touched another human being.  One who worries my same worries – in Spanish.  One who prays for more $$ and less fear.

  As long as you can laugh at yourself you will never cease to be amused.  …Anonymous

As long as you can laugh at yourself you will never cease to be amused.  …Anonymous