I change the photos at the beginning of the blog from time to time. I’ve chosen them to remind myself that the world is larger than ritual abuse and is filled with serenity and beauty.
Just spent the whole afternoon trying to upload a wonderful winter photograph that my friend Rishi sent me. I am totally frustrated and once more it seems like my computer hates me. It teases me by allowing me to do something with ease, and then the next time makes it impossible. Nothing to do with me, of course – I couln’t possibly have forgotten the steps in a couple of short months.
So here is a picture I took out of the train window going from Anchorage to Fairbanks on the last trip I took before the pandemic. Search for “Alaska” on the blog and you will find two posts about the trip. Lots of photos, including Northern Lights and an outhouse we had to use in thirty degree below zero weather.
I’m happy that my last big trip was a great adventure, sad that this will be the third year of the pandemic and it looks like my adventures in 2022 will be confined to going to the dentist and the eye doctor. I was hoping to snorkel someplace nice and warm but I doubt if that is in the cards.
Meanwhile, it has been raining a lot here in Northern California and the reservoirs are starting to fill up again. The drought surely is not over but it is a joy to hear the rain on the roof and to know that the thirsty plants and animals are getting all the water they want to drink. There are rainbows, too, but no thunderstorms so far.
And guess what! In the dead of winter, camelias and bouganvillea and yarrow are blooming in my garden. Grouchy as I am today, I am filled by the knowledge that I am surrounded by beauty.