I went for a long walk early this morning. It was bitterly cold with the North East wind blowing but it felt good to get out there and move around. Darn good thing I did since I ended up staying in the house for the rest of the day.
Andree was with me when I was driving back from work in Peace River the other night and she snapped this picture of the sun making it's way down just as we topped the hill.
My friend Marcel (handsome chap) was out of power for a couple of days while the power company chopped down trees that were in danger of falling on the power line. As a result he was forced to heat his home with his fireplace and spend the evening in the glow of a kerosene lamp. Poor bugger! just Imagine that. No electronics of any kind, no noise. Just peace and quiet and one's thoughts.
He sent me a picture of this big tree that had to come down that shows how it was all hollow inside. He was saying how it was possibly eaten up by bugs and remarked how it had survived all this time despite it's inner pain and that it showed just how strong life really is. I had to agree with him on that.
Aren't feet just the funniest ugliest looking things you ever saw? I mean really. Useful. Yes. Pretty? No! Still, less lines and wrinkles on that old foot then on my face. (I said this was about odds and ends didn't I.)
So I listened to a bunch of video presentations about writing today. They were by different authors from Hay House. Made my heart ache. I miss having time to write. I need to do something about that. I'm not sure what. I'll sleep on it. Maybe it will come to me in dream time.