Carry on my wayward son

"Carry on my wayward son,

There'll be peace when you are done

Lay your weary head to rest

Don't you cry no more"

- Kansas

What a past 12 months this has been! The pandemic. The fall of Trump. (Thank God!) The social justice (injustice) that swept the country. The still heartbreak of my fur companion Conner passing over the rainbow bridge. Health issues, family issues, etc. It seemed like one thing after the other. The mental toll that the pandemic, racial issues and the past administration afflicted upon me this year cannot be understated. Couple these with the passing of Conner and then the normal daily challenges we all face and, well - well I know it is all relative but it has been a journey.

But there is good and bad. Pessimism and optimism. Hope and doubt. One foot in front of the other. 80 million plus chose Biden/Harris. Vaccines were created (Thank God for Science!). And we had the introduction of two new furry companions, Loki and Louie. Somehow the flower sprung and perhaps there is hope.

There is much more to be done. And perhaps we need to listen to transcendentalists more. Here is a link to a good article in the Dallas Morning News dealing with the 19th century movement and it's quest to talk about climate, justice and equality:

https://www.dallasnews.com/opinion/commentary/2021/03/14/if-you-care-about-climate-change-racial-justice-or-equality-thank-a-transcendentalist/

Finally, going back to the rock group Kansas and their lyrics

"Once I rose above the noise and confusion

Just to get a glimpse beyond this illusion

I was soaring ever higher, but I flew too high"

Flying too high is part of looking for "it" or "doing better". Whatever "it" or "doing better" is. I want to lay my weary head to rest. I just hope one day I can.

Peace