Heading out to the farmers’ market this morning I was met by a dust-splattered car. From the really windy days we’ve had, I suppose. I stopped at my favorite car wash on the way to the market – fourth in line so a lot of people had the same problem.

When the soap, etc. started being sprayed on my car, I saw the dust turned into an almost mud and washed away by the soapy water. What if I could get “cleaned off” so easily? Especially spiritually, it is never that simple or quick.

It takes time and effort (and is always worth it) but in order to find that clean feeling, one has to start.

So this blog – it’s been on my mind for a few weeks. Until today, I got as far as googling “how to start a blog” and no further.

The days and hours since January 20, 2025 have been filled with fear, doubt, uncertainty, name the emotion. Several people I know well are affected by the upheaval in the government, and at this point may or may not have their career intact.

I’m experiencing the same anxiety I felt from January 20, 2017 through January 20, 2021 and yet it’s different and worse.

It feels like this is a time that people will look back on in thirty, fifty, one hundred years and analyze with hindsight; want to know what it was like from people whose lives have not been used to this chaos. I certainly won’t be around in fifty or one hundred years, and probably not even thirty. My crazy mind thought it would be nice to leave a record of sorts for my niece and nephews who should all be around in thirty or fifty years (not one hundred) and might like to read what was on their aunt’s mind. Or not.

I considered a journal but remembered that reading cursive is not their thing. So I’m putting it on a computer. Here goes….