CHASING DRAGONS
I was upset after I woke from the dream on Friday night. I was thankful that I had been given an idea for a thought ramble. I was upset by the image that remained of my husband as an old man — an invalid.
I have more than 30 albums of photos. I easily could have searched through them looking at pictures. My family put together a lovely one hour set of photos with music. The video captured my husband in all of his moods. I chose not to view that.
I found a bag containing photos of our trip west in the motor home touring the Grand canyon and other parks. I considered taking the photos to the camper, and looking through them. Putting them in an album would be a good idea. I don’t remember if I already started an album with the first half of the pictures. Talking the idea over with my son, he asked if that was something I wanted to do when I was all alone. He didn’t remember seeing an album on the trip. It made me wonder. I DID NOT go through those pictures.
Instead I spent a Saturday afternoon going through more than 31 envelopes of photos. Looking for the MAN. The photos covered more than 10 years. My grandchildren grew up! I found a photo of myself wearing my father’s hat, and tie. Sporting a mustache. Made me laugh. Also I wonder where that person went.
I was accompanied by Irish music. It made a lovely background. I can honestly say that I didn’t pay a lot of attention to the music. I found a few pictures of the Man — two that made me smile. All of them put aside to go into an album. I sorted the photos into groups — to share with my family.
Watching a painter on TV — his subject was Buffaloes grazing at Yellowstone. It reminded me of our trip West. I haven’t painted anything since the painting of the fisherman in the winter. Do I want to paint my own rendition of Yellowstone? Good question — no answer.
I HAVEN’T FINISHED. I know of another box that contains MANY ENVELOPES. The search will continue. STILL LOOKING FOR THE MAN!
Wandering With Spirit 
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