The autumn rain is falling. I am sitting in the Writing Porch which my friend Ira Kaye describes as a beautiful room. I agree. As I spend time on the Writing Porch I think kind thoughts. Anxiety leaves. My vision of the future becomes less murky. The look of the raindrops striking the pond is pleasant. A Great Blue Heron walks leisurely by. It is a happy Monday for him and me.

I watched a cartoon this morning describing the pine trees of Maine. I want to go back and see the pine trees. The Writing Porch causes me to reflect on the big porch at the first bed and breakfast we stayed in at Mr. Desert Isle in Maine. With a glass of red wine in hand and the beauty of Maine surrounding us, it felt good.

Our Nation is a Beautiful Room. Living in such a wide open land with all types of topography climates and people is a rare blessing. As I sat on the elaborate deck during our Maine Stay last month I felt there was no more lovely natural setting on Earth. Indeed there is so much beauty in our Beautiful Room that it is overwhelming…

My Writing Porch is open with a vista of view. Freedom is my view. There are no political shackles. There is no dictatorial requirement or death. Freedom of thought and speech is guaranteed.

Hope is the currency of the realm in our Beautiful Room. The sky is the limit. Everyone has a place at the table…