A new evening

Trying to make sense of tragedy seems so pointless.  I know it’s not good, but yet we do go down the rabbit hole none the less.  The brain is hard wired to rethink things.  What if, should we, I could have.  I think this very act makes us human and senescent.  But then the brain races and races.  For me any little stimulus shuts everything else down.


Still here.

Focus.  Focus.  There must be good somewhere.  I’m not there yet.  But I know there has to be a rainbow somewhere.  Outside we have thunder, floods and rains (yes the weather in Kansas).  I am wishing for my happy place.  Thank you Liz for sending this Rainbow to me last week.

My turn to send it back to you and Dad.

Makaha RainbowLove and rainbows.



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