Blogging: Take Two.

Today has been filled with emotion. 

Humor: My nine year old cousin informed his Uncle that they eat the “butt cheeks” of the deer that his Daddy kills. 
 “Really,” said Uncle. “I eat the back strap.”
 “Well, my Mom cooks the butt cheeks,” my cousin proudly declared.  

Solitude: This morning I happened to look out one of my bedroom windows and see a young doe wandering around. She was beautiful. And so very peaceful. She walked; stopped; listened; foraged; walked some more. The threat of danger was imminent, as hunting season is still in full force. Yet her entire being was quiet; watchful. Observing her for those few minutes was one of the highlights of my day. Such beauty and serenity sometimes cannot be found but in nature. 

I had planned on writing more, but I’m too bloody exhausted. Perhaps tomorrow will prove more fruitful the recounting of my daily conquests. 

Rampant emotions and White Zen seem to work in accordance to effectively drain the body and mind of every last reservoir of energy. 

Ciao for now.