Flying Crazy

The past couple of days there have been great honking festivals of geese in the valley below flying in erratic, helter skelter patterns, sort of circling but not getting into the usual V formation. This morning after quite a hub bub they did eventually head south in a sort of loose herringbone pattern.
Internet photo

And this has got me thinking about the mad king Trump who seems to be flying in  ever more erratic patterns and the possibility that perhaps he is victim of some strange energy over the land. I know, I know, he has a long history of wacko, but I say it's gotta be miserable to be in his skin. 


And now with the pressure really on he could go off in some scary directions, which is probably the unsettled feeling I'm having.


Then I came across this reassurance at the bottom of Pam's email:


LIFE IS sweet as a strawberry and TERRIBLE AS A TRAIN WRECK in the same moment and OVER AND OVER AGAIN just get used to it.

Comments

Kathy S. said…
It is nice to feel the reassurance that we all struggle with this duality of life. All the more reason to focus all of our passion in each moment! We must savor all the sweetness, for surely, we will need it’s memory to get through that next trainwreck.