16 months, 2 days...

The quest to find a home has become much more than a search for shelter. This search has become another growing experience. i feel ripe with those opportunities these days. I wouldn't want to call them trails they aren't that important. they are much like a small tropical storm that festers then dies just off the horizon. defiantly something to dedicate some attention but not important enough to call in the guard.

I wish sometimes that there were clearer answers or instructions on how to deal with these 'growing experiences'. My nerves are frayed my temper is hot and i wish for a due over on most interactions with other humans. The master with a hammer and chisel feels like a permanent life lesson.

What to learn from this life of constant thorns and thistles? Not sure yet, but there is something new everyday. Today i think that the lesson is clear...Turn Inward.

with the onset of winter penguins gather their flock/family and all face inward with their backs to the cold , sleet and snow. this 'huttle' gives them a fighting chance to survive the storms of winter. We need a 'huttle'. we must turn our backs to the adversary and turn our bright shining faces inward so that as a family we can weather this storm. truthfully because the only way to survive it is together. which means... DONT YELL AT EACH OTHER!