Transitional Places
The following photo has little to do with the subject matter at hand this morning, but I thought I would throw it in here just because. In fact, I might just throw in a couple more random photos just to get them off of my phone. Perhaps sunrises do have to do with transitions. I am sure, astute reader, that you can draw the parallels quite well without my needing to enumerate them for you. Whatever the case, let's begin. A few decades ago when I was in my upper teens and 20s I'd had the mistaken idea that when I was the elderly age I am today (haha) life would be quite, quite settled with no surprises or upsets and that I would know everything and all would be well and life would go smoothly. Fantasy never translates well into reality, as hard as we may try to force ourselves to believe. I should know; I spent much of my younger years with my head in the clouds. Those were my mother's own words, so I know that is true. It is one thing to dream a...