Recently life has interfered with my travels. I miss the hum of my new tires on the
asphalt, the camaraderie of other travelers, and the hospitality of the locals
in every town I visit. I long for the sound of the surf crashing against the
Oregon coast, the silence of the Olympic forest at night, and the rain on my
motorhome roof. 
Sportster, too, sits by the patio door staring out at his
Winnebago- Bed and Breakfast parked in the driveway. He turns his sad eyes to me and meows for the
excitement of sleeping on the RV’s dash as the world races by, and the adventures
of sniffing all the unfamiliar scents at every campsite. 
New tires, new, shocks, and new brakes. Spit shined and
ready to roll. But for now I wait for
life to unfold and release me to a new chapter. When I do head out this time I
will have said good bye to my beloved sister who is now approaching her final
journey.
Have you ever wondered how strange it is that time can stand
still, forcing us to crawl through the dreaded episodes yet, in contrast, when
we reach the other side, we soar to heights we never dreamed? And once past the pain of it all we thrive
within the next welcomed chapters with new eyes and a new aspect?
For now I wait with Sportster, who contemplates his own
story he’s titled SPORTSTER’S ADVENTURES.
Writing passes the time and nurtures my wounded heart. Words bubble below the surface like a thick,
rich concoction which will become delightful after it has cooled. But for now
the heated cauldron of the alphabet scalds the skin.
Enjoy a wonderful Labor Day.
Please share the message in my latest novel, MASADA'S MARINE, with your family and friends.
Every hour a veteran commits suicide.
Service Dogs Save Lives.
