I have been in a terrible slump. The news and keeping away from it is so hard. The constant drumbeat of "gloom, doom, doom, and we are the problem" is driving me nuts. In addition to that I have been facing huge chunks of disappointments in real life. People are not who they seem to be. I trust too much. I am an idiot! There are so many knives in my back that I look like a porcupine. Some of those knives went in so easily I barely felt them and they had to be pointed out to me. Some day this will all be a book.
Behind the door of my home, when I'm there, all is well. My husband and dog are there for me. I have a few close and wonderful friends. I am lucky they are there. I must concentrate on the good and leave the snakes to feed on themselves. They will you know. They only have each other and they know they're snakes. I will pray for them.