All that is gold does not glitter,
Not all those who wander are lost;
The old that is strong does not wither,
Deep roots are not reached by the frost.
But some who wander are lost..and I count myself among them for now. It’s been a tough month; Mother’s Day brought up a lot emotions that needed time to be dealt with; I accost everyone who said that it gets better with time. I most certainly does not.
Last week; more bad news, another passing in the family along with my Mother being ill.
It was not a great month for writing but since life goes on, I hope I can get back on track soon. Most of the time has been spent re-analyzing my life, my job, my passions and what I really want for my future. Losing family always puts things into perspective.