Introspective walks

Josh doesn't know this yet, but when he gets home, we are going on a date! I love going on dates with my husband. Ah heck, I just love my husband. Yesterday was absolutely beautiful! This, of course, meant that Boomer was bouncing off the walls (and my head) and making it very clear that today was to be spent outside. No exceptions. Let me tell you this- it is beautiful here in the spring time. AND the new foliage hides most of the houses that no one cares to take care of. So, here you go.

My little boy growing up! (And taking a break from
chewing on his goobie)

Every time I see this staircase, the artist
inside swoons a little.

This is right at the base of my
stairs. Not sure what they are (except beautiful).

In all honesty, my thoughts on this walk were consumed with the murder of a 19 year old girl the night before. For me, this event sent every emotion inside of me tumbling out. This past week has witnessed me in deeper thought than usual, and most of it sad. There is a part of me that desperately wants to see the good in life, people, existence. And then there is the side of me that keeps me from wandering too far from reality. 

This side of me watches and waits with bated breath for the next big disaster. The next horrid event. This side keeps me awake at night wondering how it is possible for man to become so entrenched in himself, so absorbed with greed and anger, that he could look around him and find the inspiration to kill a fellow brother and sister. It's a fascinating and horrifically beautiful fact that the invisible has the capability to destroy the entire earth. Perhaps the most terrifying feat that humanity has achieved was this discovery. I ask myself, what do I do? What next? 

Life hangs in such a delicate balance, and I think we all inherently know this. We HAVE to, otherwise we wouldn't work so hard or try to keep ourselves distracted. The minute we step back and see that our lifestyles, our relationships, our happiness are tied into knots that we can't untie, an inexplicable feeling of horror washes over. Once the feeling has abated, there are two options- despair or hope. Every person has the capability for faith, it's what they put their faith into that counts the most. Fear or God?  

It's the thought that without a moments notice I could lose everything that has me, not sad, but grateful for each day, thankful for each memory, and actively introspective.

I ended the perfect day with my husband, a hammock, the pipe, the puppy, and the sun.

Boomer heartily disagrees with smoking. Apparently, smoke is to be eaten and fled from, as you can tell from above.