My daughter says I am too involved in politics, and she’s right, it’s driving me nuts.
So, for the past week I am deep breathing life into a sequel of Wish on White Horses.
I want a positive place to fall. A place to force me into a more positive mind set, plus it’s a celebration, one that is more Google friendly and has more capabilities, so here we go.
I have never been a very political person. In college I had to read an entire damn book on political science because we were required—not to take a class on Political science—but to pass a test on the U.S. Governmental policies and guidelines before we could graduate. I had reached that time and age without knowing much about the workings of the government, and I didn't care. I had more things on my mind, like school and maintaining a house and life for two college students. Thus, I read the book, and passed the test.
Could our President pass that test?
These many years later, I couldn't pass it either, but then I’m not the President, and
I recognize a mess when I see one.
It appears that people are going on with their lives, oh, some are talking about the mess, and many want to throw a towel over it so we don’t have to see it, hear about it, smell it, or clean it up.
I know the mess is still there, but the stench is making me sick.
If you’re sick, take a break.
And with the loss of the lady I mentioned in my last two blogs, Terry Cole-Whittiker, I feel a disturbance in the force.
So, I go to her site and read this:
“Success avoids people whose minds are clouded by doubts.”
I invite you to visit my new website
(Don’t forget the 2)
And don’t forget this one, https://www.wishonwhitehorses.com/ I will still post on it.