Beginnings

So, to begin, let’s talk beginnings. Gently cradling the cup holding a favorite wake up beverage and stepping into the day. Breathing in that first real breath of air is when we truly awaken.

It doesn’t matter if the beverage is coffee or tea, hot or cold. It isn’t even relevant if it is morning or night. Stepping into the new day is as unique to each of us as is our location.

I typically enjoy the start on my back patio. Stepping in to a heated pool and taking my seat on a bench with jets shooting warm currents of water at my aging muscles; sipping serenely on a piping hot espresso. The aroma from the cup mixes with the tang of salty ocean air that surrounds the island I call home.

As I hear the staccato cries from nearby sea birds, I feel my soul begin to stir. This is when I actually start to feel alive, not just awake.

I imagine it is the same for the early rising rancher as he hears the soft lowing of the livestock or the roosters crow as it announces his breakfast not yet being served.

And so… I begin my blog. I am not a tech savvy soul, so the project in and of itself will be an adventure. But if you want to occasionally partake of the sassy opinions and observations I am willing to share, then please, accompany me on this endeavor. Be warned; I am snarky and sarcastic, but this is all for entertainment both mine and yours.

Welcome…