It’s been a while.

I wrote a lot of other things the last 3 years. Just nothing here. Sorry about that. And I don’t feel bad 🙂

Part of the lack of writing here has been a result of the inner/spiritual/emotional journey that I have been on in the midst of:

Midlife.

George Floyd – and many people before and since.

Pandemic.

Racial Injustice.

Violent rhetoric towards people who don’t live/believe/breath the way the people think they should.

What a season.

Had an experience a few weeks back that I would like to share.

A big pile of dirt…

…to go on top of the chicken wire

…that was placed in the flower beds

…that is protecting the 1183 bulbs that Sarah, my mom and my dad help me plant

…from the squirrels that love to munch on those bulbs

… for me, it would be like burying 1183 little Filet Mignons in the back yard

Chicken wire is a healthy boundary for my relationship with the squirrels.

Not writing here has been good for the past seasons. And having the ability to set boundaries is a great privilege that not many people have.

But now it is time again. To let what I’ve heard, learned, and feel led to share with all 31 of you who read this 🙂

Maybe you have placed some hidden chicken wire boundaries in your life as of late? As a way to protect/preserve/pickle the things you need to pay close attention to?

Maybe considering where to place more healthy hidden chicken wire boundaries is a place to consider spending some more time this weekend. For all of us!

Here we go!

(PS to the squirrels: “I see you and hear you”)

(PS to my friends – this post is to be continued. Cue the suspenseful Da Da dahhhhnnn music in your heads. The next post is entitled The Dirt Pile that Taunted (not long though))

Kevin