There’s a crackling in the air…a crispness. Electricity runs wild. The sky seems brighter, my heart feels lighter. I love days like today, Election Days…voting days in general actually, the pageantry the pomp & circumstance, the great hope of it all. And yes, today I do have hope. For so much.
This week brings a full circle experience. I leave for Los Angeles to visit friends, make some long-needed 9th Step amends and (as my Higher Power saw fit) a chance to see the living legend, Barbra Streisand in concert; at the Hollywood Bowl, no less.
Yes, things are crackling indeed. And there is also someone new rattling around in my head. A new friend, hopefully a new friend…I laugh looking back on some of my previous posts because I must seem like a serial love addict. Or “hope” addict seems more fitting, because I do fall down and scrape my knees and then with some sort of force of will not my own (hmmmm “THY will be done“) I am back up, rising. On the horse, in the saddle, charging at, maybe not Windmills, but, Dragons perhaps? Falling up, so it seems.