Pleasant Distractions

It’s a bit damp this morning with the wind blowing in from the coast. There’s a sweet scent of flowers being carried in the air. Which is a pleasant distraction from the usual diesel and lawnmower fumes I usually get. I got my back turned to the street, it seems the gnats are a lot less abundant away from the fig bush/tree. Buffy’s on top of the Ranger standing guard in case there’s a squirrel attack.  

It's sad that in the relative solitude of the morning so many troubles dance across the land. We’ve had three or more mass shootings within the last week. And that’s on top of the more personal tragedies people face everyday across the world. Yet I sit here watching an EMC Lineman train on the training pole across the street. While Buffy jumps down from the truck to follow Lisa to the Post Office.
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I’m lucky I guess to live such a life. But in the not so distant past, things weren’t quite this way. It took a series of physical and mental troubles to take me down. To show me life often needs a pause. My adult children are in such a hurry sometimes living their lives and gobbling up moments like sweet candy. Yet in the background are moments of sheer terror. Where paranoia and propaganda ignites the evil that lives inside the fearful. Don’t get caught up in the distractions, listen to nature and what it has to say. That there will always be troubles, but also there will be moments of utter peace.