Compassionate Haze...

This will be a short and rather whiny post as I am having a rough time with re-entry into "normal life" after that fiasco most commonly known as "the holidays". For the love of God--what is that madness all about? If it is supposed to be about you God, I am afraid that somehow you got pushed to the side amidst the cookies, dysfunctional forced gatherings and rapant materialistic frenzy.

  Clearly you can see, I am in rare form --Bottom line as I write this,  everything seems rather annoying and slightly pointless today-- at least I finally have a bathroom! It's the little things people.

The weather is glorious here in LA after our "freeze". I am still in charge of one stepdaughter and two dogs and want to run away from home ( of course this will happen after I decided just what  home really is anyway)

I am reluctant and therefore dragging my heels before deciding to jump back into the push, promote, push, promote world of publishing, speaking, marketing etc. that is required for even thinking about getting your message out there while earning a living (let alone a little notoriety), if you are an author. And I am....

Working at the the shaved ice store in Costa Rica is still sounding mighty appealing right about now--

Earlier, I smoked something called Compassionate Haze ( no judgements!) and today that is exactly what I feel--a hazy and yet overwhelming compassion for a sad, troubled ailing planet, and this sort of makes my whole prioritizing of the day take on some new meaning.

And speaking of meaning, what the hell (pun) is all the suffering on Earth really all about anyway, if not to ever remind us at all times and especially when lost and lonely...to.....

just love,

Patrice