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November 17, 2020
I’ve made a change in my daily writing. Directing a lot of the attention toward a future reader. Recognizing them way back here in their presence of Now. It’s pretty difficult being open and honest with someone you’ll never meet. How do you tell them that your President once had Covid 19 and somehow someway got through it in a couple of days? There’ve been few changes in the national protesting. The political leaders are still taking swipes at each other. At the end of this letter to a future reader I wrote, “God hasn’t stopped us.” I pause to take a good look at the forest outside this studio. It has an incredible way of helping me erase uncertainty. It provides life beyond human need and fear. A six point buck greeted me in the forest this morning. His universal expression carried with it a huge message. His strong stance inspired me to pull my shoulders back. His dark brown steady eyes offered me lessons with focus. There were three doe and two fawn nearby which invited me to a stronger truth. Family comes first. I keep reminding myself of the multiple times we as a generation have been challenged while facing questions about any day moving forward. Somehow we made it through each storm. In looking back much of it has been lost in the clutter. The most difficult part about being a daily writer? On any day of the week I can open any journals and relive a moment. Good, bad or ugly it’s right in there on a page in ink. No pencil. I might be inspired to erase history. Dear Future Reader…
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