The waxing, crescent moon lays on its back, deep in the western sky. The air is clear & crisp making the stars all the more vibrant.
All would seem to be well.
The new year brings with it unexpected changes. So soon?
Being that life is impermanent & how you handle the transitions, why not then?
Corey returns to the homestead. Determined to make lemonade out of lemons, he will go to our local college, get a job, etc., etc. Get himself on his feet.
Not what had been planned. But as it is said, "man plans, G-d laughs."
Being a parent to 2 end-stage teenage boys is not easy. At all.
They live in a world that is an athema to me. My mind does not work like theirs at all. No way. Jose. I don't get their neurosynaptic connections.
Bla, bla. I am not the first. I will not be the last.
I am just saying, it is not easy but I will not be beaten down.
Cue ... Whitney Houston blasting "I'm every woman!"