I almost reused yesterday’s blog title.
I was feeling mellow this morning playing a little pinball on my phone and then I heard the news in Vegas. So visceral, so frightening, so vivid.
It really hit me hard.
But, I did get a chance to do some reading outside which is good for my heart and soul.
Read some Shel Silverstein poetry, the end of “The Light in the Attic.” I finished Ray Bradbury’s nostaglic novel of being a boy and seeing a world in a small city “Dandelion Wine”.
I read quite a bit of Elyn Saks’ memoir about being schizophrenic and still becoming a law professor, “The Center Cannot Hold.”
A good longer short story about a boy who wrote to Leon Trotsky who showed up in rural Canada in the Kindle weekly story “Day One”.
And even started a romance novella.
A good day to read some wonderful books on yet another tragic day of gun violence in America.
Reading, especially outside is great for my soul.
It is a gift to know how to read and to love words