Where Did I Go and Where Am I Going?

 It has been far, far too long since I last posted. 

So much has happened. Joy, grief, heartbreak, laughter, and the steady, continuing drumbeat of life.

With Prayer and Gratefulness and an Eye to the Horizon...

This is how we need to be at this time. Ready to do battle both physically and spiritually.

The Maelstrom. Also Some Links For Your Viewing Pleasure.

The maelstrom.

It has been building for a long time. 

Many have talked of it, never knowing what form it would take.

Even now, we are only seeing the infancy of the monster that is growing.

But, I think that many more are seeing these events for what they are: an insurrection, a real life attempt at revolution.

The COVID-19 lockdowns opened a lot of eyes. 

Notes From The Edge.

Just a quick note. Maybe it is time to rewatch The Stand and The Postman while I re-inventory supplies.

The Greeks had a curse: "May you live in interesting times."

We are most definitely living in interesting times.

Update.

It has been several months since I last posted. I am still dealing with the unnamed situation that I mentioned in my last post. I have spent hours in reflection, thought, and personal journaling. It is part of an overall search for an azimuth to continue upon for this chapter of life. I ask for your continued prayers.

My work has more challenging than I could have imagined. Middle management is not fun at all, and rarely rewarding.

Change.

The last several years have been a litany of change: Army career ended unexpectedly early; moved to start over in a new state; the oldest child moved out on their own; forced to move out early from the house we were living in; changes in new career after searching for months to just get a job; and, two promotions within a year and and half are the big highlights.

Change is a constant in our lives. Some of it is welcome. Some of it is not. I do not know what change will occur in the next 3, 6, or 12 months on a national level, but I am going through another unexpected change in my personal life.

75 Years Ago.

75 Years Ago.

The men crossing the English Channel whether by boat or plane knew what they facing. Some had been fighting the Axis Powers through Africa and Italy in the years leading up to this day. They knew that the enemy had heavily fortified the beaches. Every inch of sand and shale would be paid for in blood and lives. They knew...

75 years ago today those beaches and coastal villages were overcome with cries of anguish, encouragement, and orders. The smell of explosives, spent gun powder, churned earth, and death was everywhere. But they did not stop moving forward. They could not stop moving forward. They could not fail...

The days that have followed since are markedly different from THAT day. There are sunny, warm days. There are days dark with rain and gloom. People from the world over are drawn to those places along a relatively short stretch of French coast. They gather to remember, to try to understand, to be thankful for the sacrifice and courage displayed so long ago.

If you still and quiet enough, regardless of where you are, you can still hear them.

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