If You Care To Find Me, Look To The Western Sky...

im not sure exactly what time it is, really don’t care for the next several days.  About to head out and sunbathe and lift weights 

one of my views for the next 11 days.  Waking up with Pikes Peak in my view, sipping coffee and sunbathing in the buff. No phone calls, no tones to set off. 

It wouldn’t be that far of a walk to that to happen.  

coffee and I have such a love for each other.  It greets me everyday with its glorious taste and divine aroma. How could one not fall in love with such a thing. 

let’s not be like the dinosaurs 🦖 🦕

come have a cup, relax under the shade of a tree. Dip your toes in the cool blue waters. 

yea yea yea, it’s my day off and I was cleaning out my pickup, I haven’t even had coffee yet.  

We all grieve.  Grieving in our own ways. I cried, oh how I cried and I got mad. I felt a heaviness. I felt like I was being weighted down. I needed to shed an exterior, to mourn.  To stand proudly in what I have become.

I closed the door, turned on grounding music/sounds. I stood there and looked at my reflection. I thought of all the chats, and all the words of advice and wisdom given to me. I just stood there and stared. I closed my eyes and cried. Then I took a deep breath, opened my eyes and smiled. 

I felt the heaviness shed from my shoulders, I felt my heart being held in gentle hands. I felt light return to my spirit. I felt the anger slip from my clenched jaws. A peace washed over me, and I smiled and I smiled. 

(I documented the moment I shaved my head. I wanted to see the pain, I wanted to see the grief. To me photography allows me to express feelings and capture the rawness) 

pretty much sums me up, as I look at one of my screens and silently think- WTF?!  Then smile and confidently click on icons until I find the correct one. 

it the weekend, and I am working. So pants are debatable, shorts more like it.  Oh hell I wear shorts during the week too.