I love making a list and then ignoring half of the things I put on it. I am building up my stamina, however, or maybe it’s matching expectations with reality, although I don’t like the sound of that because it sounds a bit like giving in. Most times I’d rather shoot for the stars and come up short than shoot for the moon and hit it. But what I am learning, after a lot of bumps and bruises, is to also plan for some way stations along the way. So now when I make a list if I do hit the moon I’m more apt to see that as a stepping stone rather than a failure. And what didn’t get accomplished today gets put on tomorrow’s list…unless I change my mind about it or events overtake me and the task is rendered moot, like watering a plant that is no longer capable of photosynthesis, sigh.
PROLOGUE: A BLACK CONDOR DIPPED her featherless head and flapped her wings, straining for height. Another vulture drifted in front of her, forcing the condor to climb higher in the crowded wheel of circling birds. The condor struggled, her body weak from having little to eat over the past month. The sun had yet to… Read more »