Each of my core friends also has core friends who share silver and gold threads. My observation is that these are the ones who know us for who we are, for who we’ve been, and for who we shall still become. And that is an unexpected gift of maturity.
Reflection tells me that much has changed within my life since then. I discovered and befriended many others who wish and act for the greater good. Near my 40th Daily Good post two people at a party approached me and said, “I love your Daily Good.” Wow. Inching past 50 Daily Good posts, questions like, “Where do you find these?” started coming into my email box.
Our iconic date of September 11 nears. The hate that darkened that historic day proliferates and I fear that I’m slipping into some nightmarish rabbit hole with twisted reality and tangled nonsensical tales.
It is as if the Ten Commandments are turned inside out and what is good is bad and what is bad is good.
I’m agitated. I’m feeling like I want to go all Carl Spackler and build exploding clay varmints. While current politicians and news events still send me to a very large glass of wine at night, that’s not what makes me struggle with thoughts of sharp or explosive objects and chemical warfare.
I first whale watched in the 1980s as the grey whale began showing a comeback after years of slaughter. Enterprising fishing vessels hauled curious humans to observe the grey whale migration just off the California coast. For me, it was like a first injection of some addictive narcotic—but good for me.
The good news about my unemployable circumstances is my liberated time. For most of my adult years unrestricted time was an illusive luxury. Between parenting, career building, and life maintenance, my personal quality time was like a failed reduction sauce of limited moments with the evening news and occasional bubble baths. Yesterday, with three hours of my unhampered time, I donned my royal blue jacket and hat that bear the official Friends of the Elephant Seal (FES) logo, and I stood on the rocky Piedras Blancas bluffs–a place located […]
Who knew that financial catastrophe would make my resume irrelevant, or that I’d even have to compose a resume?
My passion for the whale began in the early 1980s when an editor assigned me to write a feature story on the “new” whale watch tours.
Because I own and drive a vehicle, live in a home thick with petroleum-based products, and the miscellaneous impacts of my carbon footprint, I am a part of this ecological nightmare’s cause.
To say that my heart dropped to the lowest ocean depths possible with the BP oil spill in the Gulf of Mexico, and to say that my fury with loud mouthed hypocritical politicians and their pundits has raised my blood pressure to blast me out from the lowest ocean depths, is more than a marginal metaphor.