Houston, Texas (photos) is about three hours south of here (Austin). Those poor souls are struggling for survival.
While some people are receiving the help they need, others are still stranded in their homes waiting for rescue.
Meanwhile in Austin: Last week this creek near my house was cracked and bone dry. This is what it looked like today:
Let’s hope Hurricane Harvey dries up for the folks in Houston and surrounding areas.
A Carolina wren found a place for her nest on top of our garage door opener! Hope she doesn’t mind the racket!
Yesterday, when speaking with a friend of mine about the 1960’s, he showed me this famous photo. “And to think,” he said, “that when Jim Lovell took this amazing photo of earth, we were there.” That thought was powerful for me. If you were born after December 4, 1968, perhaps your soul was still forming in the universe until ready for this magical sphere.
“You have to really kind of think about our own existence here in the universe. You realize that people often say, ‘I hope to go to heaven when I die,'” he said. “In reality, if you think about it, you go to heaven when you’re born.” – Jim Lovell
Read more here.
always write outside? Even when I travel, I search for a place out in the elements where I can plant my tush, open my laptop and write.
Perhaps walls close in my thoughts.
Or the heater or AC turning on sounds too artificial.
Or I don’t like the fake lighting.
Maybe it’s because I got used to writing (or painting) outside when I was a smoker. But that was long ago.
Maybe it’s because, outside, I can sit at a table and throw the ball for my mini-Aussie using a right-handed muscle memory with no thought but for the words I write. So he and I, kill two stones with one bird (yes I meant it that way) – and it makes us both happy as he returns for another 50 throws.
I have one of those propane heaters, kinda like restaurants do. So if it’s above 40 degrees, I’m still good to go.
Because I live in Texas, the temp works with me. Right now, I think it’s around 68.
I like the soft wind, the openness, the expanse and, at least the hope of, the unbound creativity where no walls surround me and world shows up and says,
“Howdy do! Break Into – your creative zone”
Any maybe, it’s also because I get to see this:
Carolyn Dennis-Willingham 