It is fall weather today and cooler tomorrow according to the forecast. I love it! In Maine, I told Margo that I had been writing almost daily due to her inspiration. She mentioned my little characters. I did not realize she had been reading my blog.

So Maine causes me to write. Everything causes me to write. My years as a daily writer have been happy. Writing is good therapy for introverts.

I heard writers say that characters take on a life of their own. I have found that to be true. I experience writing ideas throughout the day and night. I am like many seniors I sleep in spurts.

Brock and Marcy are coming and I am excited! It is like two Christmases close together. Brock and I have matching tattoos and we look alike. I see our Dad when I see him. Dad was like many of his World War II generation. He fought for his country and then had to negotiate life. The latter was more difficult.

Maine has become part of my soul. It is magical and mystical to me.

Writing expands my vision. Life opens like a kaleidoscope. The possibilities are endless. Hope on steroids.

The future is more exciting than the past. We have just begun. ‘Eye hath not seen nor ear heard neither have entered into the heart of man what God has prepared for them that love him.’

We live in a small box with high walls and no windows. Our voice resounds off of the walls. An echo chamber. If we kick the walls down, there is so much to see, feel, and comprehend.

Life is vast. It is complex. Understanding is attainable if we look and listen…

Soon I will be 67. I embrace it! At times I wondered if I would see 60. If you are depressed despondent or afraid you have had the plot hidden from you. Joy is the Journey. Hope is the motivation. Love is the guide…