Sunset on Fire

last evening was spectacular . . .

We didn’t get our promised rain yesterday, but I’ll take this rare sunset instead . . . photo by Margie Willis

When someone’s words flush out my life story, which I had forgotten about 💙

What I wrote in response to reading a poem yesterday:

Maybe in three lifetimes I might’ve had time or inclination to ponder anything to this degree 💙 Your thoroughness knows no bounds! 💙

Reminds me of when my mind was also overactive. All those years taming it must’ve worked! 💙

💙 I’m kidding you! 💙

Your poem harkens to the fact that I have had NO lifelong friendships or loves. I’ve had a TON of incredible friendship & loving experiences, but all have been in passing. I never wanted things to be lasting. I’m too restless & pushing onward for the dallying required of relationship.

Your poem reminds me of how I’ve often felt as if I’m a catalyst, more than a person or a friend or a lover to all these other people whose lives I’ve touched over the years.

Being outspoken & blunt, my effect can often be sandpaper 💙

I’ve never felt like I belonged to anything. I never tried to.

I’ve always been content to float mindlessly along into and out of life after life, doing whatever the universe wants me to do for my…