Gave Myself a Moon-Rising at Walnut Beach to Clear My Mind and to Refocus My Intentions for All Still to Come

Of course I was asked to pick up chicken, but the ovens caught fire and I had to be redirected to another location to retrieve the poultry. All was good, and the Faculty Welfare Committee picnic welcomed new faculty on the lawn outside the library. A beautiful day before the students wait in caravans to be dropped off tomorrow. Classes begin on Tuesday - I'm ready (I think), but I'm also exhausted with 13 years of CWP work in the summers and no breaks.

That was the reason for an evening on the Sound. I didn't get good shots of the moon, but the sunset pink was nice. 

I'm not quite centered, but I'm somewhere in the calming circle. I find it hard not to run my brain through history, where we are as a nation right now, and the fact that my insurance decided it was no longer going to pay for my Kennalog shots to help my psoriasis...this a day after 50% of my paycheck went to pay income taxes. 1st world problems, indeed. But it's on my mind when doctors says that insurance companies and pharmaceuticals have the medical field and the general public by the throat. Someone is making money on all the nonsense, but it isn't every day people.

And I take this in consideration as I set out for another year of supporting K-12 teachers and youth. I wish for an easier ride in their future, but that is not where we are right now with back to school training offer gun defense classes for mass-shooters, rather than curriculum and support of the young people we work with. I want them safe, too. Might be nice to have support for our educational systems instead of defenses. Ah, but the moons will rise. The suns will set. Such is the way and I can only do what I can do. The rest is up to the Great Whatever. 

Hello, September.