The Meaning of Life

You can't keep it. No matter how hard you try, you don't get to keep it. Life is lived, it flies by, it passes you up, it goes ahead and comes behind.

There is no stopping and possessing it. You can only be right here, right now.

Life is fleeting. Have fun with it. Live it loud.

When I tell people about my cancer, they are amazed that I'm not a weeping heap of tears. But who the heck can live like that??

I am disappointed that I may not get to retire and do the things I dreamed of. But the reality is that I have done the things I love to do, and I have a good and full life. And I can't keep any of it anyway.

Live.

Autumn

It was a busy week. Too cold in the morning to go out, then dark by the time I came home...never got outside all week.

The pomegranate tree turned gold while I wasn't looking, and all the leaves dropped off of the ocotillo. The season has turned. How easily it slips away.

I hit the wrong key and lost most of the post. Perhaps it was not meant to be seen.