Wide Open

There is a place I like to go. My mother, of course, would not approve of me walking around a cemetery, whether it be ten in the morning or six in the afternoon. Some people will say I am crazy. A cemetery is not much different than a city park, just a few feet below, laying in hundreds of rectangles are our ancestors. It has the extreme quiet, and you can feel the energy in the air, whoever's it may be. No one goes here. Dark. Forgotten. Cemeteries are the most peaceful places on Earth, right beside a well traveled highway, no one stops in.

Scars and Kittys

Last month, I began to feel as if I wanted to erase the past year of my life. I wanted to slice it out of my memory like a tumor. This could only be possible with a machine or lots of drugs. I instead, sat back, and wrote down all the things I learned. Some of these things are: How to get a book published, what it's like to be arrested, How to balance my bank account, All the parts of the gym (besides the treadmill), how to drink tequila (you don't), the importance of keeping in touch with old friends....I realize that all the people I met, all the memories I made, the happy memories, the lessons I learned. I decided to always look forward, not backwards, I am not moving backwards. I'll keep the tumor but treat it more like a scar, a lesson learned.
My Ginger Kitty is going crazy today, the wind is blowing leaves past the window in a mix of trash, leaves and dirt tornadoes. She wants to catch these, she runs back and forth, life is simple for a Kitty.