What a long, strange, trip it’s been… Crazy times, my people. It’s like a washer on spin cycle, isn’t it? There seems to be a lot of people barely hanging on, and, then there are some who are just letting go… I would say both are necessary, but, I digress…

I know, my mother will never understand me. As, it would take understanding herself to do so. But, yesterday, when she deemed me “Too Independent” in our conversation– I hadn’t felt so complimented, since she told me I was the “extra piece in a jigsaw puzzle, that doesn’t fit anywhere.” LMAO!

Okay, look, I’ve had it with the bashing of the spiritually aware. I’m sick of all the “eye-rolling”, the silent “disdain”, or the need to convert me, because I don’t believe in organized, socially accepted religion, nor atheism, for matter.

You know, it amazes me how life keeps getting better and easier to understand. We go through it meeting people, leaving people. Having jobs, losing jobs. We move, we grow, we walk a path–knowingly and otherwise.