4-20-25

Vacaville, Easter Day.

09:17… finishing latte and about to run.  The day os beautiful and gentle in temp and sky, sun.  Something about me different after seeing people yesterday at my sister’s bridal shower, must have been 25 years for a couple of them.

Reggae in our kitchen, which is common on our Sundays together.  But this is different.  Nurse and I taking our customary walk around the back yard, the pool, checking on newly planted flowers and some to be soon put in ground.  Grateful, Mindful, Happy…. IMAGINE THAT.

Meeting with Dad yesterday putting much into focus for this writer, and operations outside of regular assignment gathering cash.  Needed.  Reported?  Don’t worry about it.  I’m providing for my kids, and asking permission from no one.  Even and especially SELF.

My content momentum rewritten… everything I scribble or type or shoot with camera or phone posted to blog.  And only ONE— #bottledaux.

Unstoppable, motivated and turned into animal this writer.  My ease is immense, PEACE… try to disturb it and there will be a response.  I ASSURE YOU.

And it would be unpleasant….

On such octave, I seek peace in my day to day but there are forces out there that want to dilute and obstruct and interfere.  I have no choice but to interact, and that’s where I’m at.  BUT… in this time, on the clock, here at the kitchen table where the Nurse and I and the kids have had hundreds of occasions, I see mySELF differently.

Different writer and thinker, being, animal…. Writer warrior, no more passiveness or waiting.  And certainly nothing kept off blog – “Oh, you may not want to say that on bottledaux….  Write it in your journal.”

WHAT?

No….  I’m here.  Read or don’t.

I’ll keep writing, documenting and recording, loving where I am and what I’m doing.

……..

Who. I AM.