 It feels weird to be writing this from Washington state. I'm staying with a friend during the coronavirus crisis. We're collaborating on my second book project. My first book is scheduled to be sent to the printer next month. I'll keep you posted on it.
I'm on a farm in a very large valley where the vista goes for miles. I miss my mountains, the Wallowa Mountains which I called home for six years. I've been like a tumbleweed for about two years, since a clumsy fall led to a brain injury. By the Grace of God I am healed up now- able to see, to walk and talk, and especially, to write. Life is good. And I am grateful!
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The winds of change are blowing. I know that not everyone is okay with that, but that is fine. In my opinion, it is fine to do it. We need to work on understanding how we can better ourselves. If we just continue to work like this, then nothing good will ever happen to us. I just hope that we can work like this for the rest of our lives. I hope that we can adjust to change better, man. Leave a Reply. |
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