Chchchchchchanges!

Whew! So much has happened  in the last two years - still processing it all but getting closer to being back to my old self and enjoying the things I love to do. Being back in San Marcos feels, well, like I'm home..... even though when I moved back to San Antonio in December 2011, I told myself  (and everyone else) that I was going home.  It was good, there were good times and some very tough times we continue to struggle with.  There were more good times than bad I tell myself.
But it didn't feel like this when I moved to SA. Now is when I really feel HOME, I feel like this is where I belong - my family here, the river, the university, driving down the road, saying to myself "these are my peeps!", chessy, huh? .... Perhaps it's being reunited with E and having our own place again (W and I lived alone for six months and then with my parents for another six). And Max is back home with us too! My lovable, loyal, good dog Max.
This weekend marks two months since W and I moved back to San Marcos and while there's many boxes yet to unpack and photos to be hung, we are settled in. I feel like I have been here for much longer than two months but it's a good feeling. Things are going to keep on getting better, there are many things to resolve in the months to come but today, and I'll try to remember this feeling tomorrow, I feel happy, I have some hope, some belief.......

Oh the good ol' days or the burning of the scholars, I mean, the heretics

Me being drama queen but IMHO, its the dark ages again where church doctrine dictated what knowledge was destroyed or kept,  which discoveries are made, what can even be sought! Like the burned codices and volumes upon volumes locked away in Rome, hidden from human eyes.... a time when fear and mistrust and insecurity send masses seeking answers, some who  find comfort and purpose in hate and denial. Yes, a March for Science was a start. I fear the darkness will grow darker before an Age of Reason commences. How wonderful  for an Age of Enlightenment & Compassion to emerge from the ashes. To believe, naive as it may be, that the world would be closer to ending the horrors of war, disease, hate and pollution; closer to understanding the universe - planets, people, space, oceans, everything from physics to medicine if not for

the massacre of knowlege....

Turning the big "50" but feeling 30something

It's here -2017, the year I,  ME, turn 50 years old. It would be safe to say that I am NOT READY to be "old"....but really, is age just a number? Yes and no, it's a passing of time, a collection of experiences and events, ups and downs, happiness and grieve, success and failures, wins and losses. But is that all that my life is? Isn't there more, there has to be more, an external soul, an undying spirit, death approaching not as an end but another step, other existence, the return to the great unifying energy that comprises the whole of the universe, the alpha and the omega...