Amie, I remember a 122 degree day in Metro Phoenix; in the mid 1990s. Sky Harbor was shut down back then for a day or two. I exchanged PHX for north-central Arizona, ponderosa pine forests, and snow in the winters.
I love-love this post; so many emotions within it.
Thank you for your kind words, John. Some days I wonder where this is all going. I’m glad you’re with me on the journey. And , yes, I am keeping a parallel record. On old-fashioned paper.
Amie, I remember a 122 degree day in Metro Phoenix; in the mid 1990s. Sky Harbor was shut down back then for a day or two. I exchanged PHX for north-central Arizona, ponderosa pine forests, and snow in the winters.
I love-love this post; so many emotions within it.
The High Country is a game changer. It’s where I go for renewal.
Amie,
It may be a task, but you someday will have to start cataloguing your writings.
All the crap that we put up with in a day, all this technology and things that go wrong,
I find great repose in the purity of your tales. It's as if you're taking the reader into a
separate place, a place we can dwell, if just for a while.
Thank you for your kind words, John. Some days I wonder where this is all going. I’m glad you’re with me on the journey. And , yes, I am keeping a parallel record. On old-fashioned paper.
Love It! The old-fashioned paper.
It's a very strange feeling when the grief subsides a little, the stress just slowly melts away.
And sometimes grief circles back in the form of guilt. It’s a process, right?
Such beautiful imagery! Thanks for this gem.
That line from the song, along with the one that follows, is the perfect fit for this.
Beautiful! One of my favorites of yours.