Thursday, April 21, 2022



New life once more.  Seems almost impossible considering the world-weary events we witness every day on the news.  Yet here it is.  As I drive through the canyon in early morning hours, I marvel at the green hills contrasting with an almost impossibly blue sky, yellow mustard flowers and golden poppies.  The ocean emerges at the end of the road.  How did I get so fortunate to be able to live in such a beautiful placc?  I am grateful and pray that I never forget to say, "thank you for this," to whatever entity has made it possible.

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