Living At Wit's End

If you’ve read some of my past posts you know I love books! All books! I love how they feel and smell! I love words and writings; it doesn’t matter if the book is a real book or on a nook or kindle or and audio book anything to do with the written word I love! So here is the problem with my obsession with books, most of the time I get them start reading them and don't finish them. Or, I buy the book with every intention of reading it after I read whatever book I happen to be reading/listening to at the time. However, it ends up on a shelf somewhere or my overflowing nightstand only to be forgotten about until I unearth it in one of my angry declutter moments! There are a few books I’ve tried to read several times, but for one reason or another, I just can’t get into it. One book, in particular, freaks me out every time I try to read it. Then there is a book that my dear friend Megan recommended, I mean highly recommended that I read. She loves it so much she reads it EVER...

Lately my heart has been heavy to the point of breaking.   There is so much pain and suffering, meanness and ugliness, violence and hatred in the world.   I’ve written before that life is hard and just when I think it can’t get harder or more complicated it does.   It always seems like I’m being pelted with snowballs and I have no snow to return fire with.   The wind is knocked out of me and before I catch my breath another follows quicker than the last. I’m not just speaking about the mess and chaos in my life, I’m talking about the rest of life, the part that happens out beyond my front door, beyond my neighborhood, beyond my community, beyond my town, beyond my state or even my country.   Although for the first time massive violence happened not just in my state and town but my own backyard, right next to one of my doctors’ offices and shopping plazas.   Not once but two days in a row. As it unfolded I felt as if I couldn’t breathe.   ...