Gray Days

Seems every day starts out gray, either veiled in fog (liked this morning) or spattering the earth with a fine mist. If I did not know better, I would swear I was in London or Seattle.

I would like Mother nature to make up her damn mind--really rain, or push the clouds east, over the ocean. The precip is not enough to do our garden much good, just enough to slicken surfaces.

The sun did break through late yesterday afternoon. I managed to find some time after dinner to suspend myself in the hammock. Closed my eyes. Listened to the birds chatter, cars drive by, lawn mower sing, children laugh, basketball thump asphalt, bull frog sing, cicadas chant. A meditation.

I had not yet seen the news, nor heard it. I did not know tornados had leveled a town in Oklahoma.

I will keep my gray days, and be grateful for a natural ferocity no greater than annoyance.

Peace...

Thunderclaps and Tornados

THUNDERCLAP! 6 makes it's boisterous entrance this week. Editor Amanda Deo has assembled a fine entourage of writers -- Jules Archer, Stephen Hastings-King, Chelsea Biodolillo, Foster Trecost, Kat Dixon, Amber Sparks, Michael Dickes, Martha Williams -- and a host of others, including my short THE GOLDEN MOMENT.

A special thanks to Amanda and Robert Vaughan for featuring my work.

A truly special thanks to Amanda for offering all proceeds to Tornado Relief efforts to help areas in the United States hard hit by the recent spate of storms. As someone whose former homes of Raleigh, NC and Sturbridge, MA were hit, I am particularly grateful. Thunderclap! 6 is available in print and e-formats. Read, enjoy, and help a worthy cause all in one click. Peace...