Hello from my world in my second floor apartment above the snow. I'm looking out at a Carolina Blue Sky brilliant with warm sunshine and I hear the drip, drip, drip of melting snow. I see droplets of water escaping from the rooftops; green grasses are beginning to peek out from beneath their icy blanket. Folks are out and about, removing snow from their vehicles, venturing from their snowbound existence for the first time in two days. I'm getting a good overview of my life as it exists today.
Interesting: My first book, Before The Lake, was written in a cabin tucked away in the solitude of the Virginia mountains. The seasons of nature surrounded me; only flora and fauna abounded. Through visions of snow and ice, through summer's blanket of heat, and autumn's colorful paintbrush, I went easily and willingly into my past as I recorded my childhood, lived within the boundaries of my family and community in the '40s and '50s. How it was in Franklin County, Virginia before Smith Mountain Lake was created.
Now I'm beginning my next book which brings about this new blog: This, Too, Shall Pass. Glad to be among the living, enjoying a life rich in family experiences, planted in the midst of energy and growth. Here I will create this next adventure; here I will revisit the years following my youth. As I come face to face with the years of living with the effects of alcoholism and drug abuse, I have a feeling this will be an entirely different experience. Its purpose is to bring hope from despair, comfort from unease, and faith where it is so difficult to believe.
Journey with me?
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