It was too hot to stay in Seattle so Winston and I headed north to Shangri-Lar. This is our view upon arrival
and at sunset:
I know you are all sick of my cute Winston photos but bear with me. An important writing lesson has been derived from nature in the past day or so.
Here’s my interpretation of these images. Sometimes, you just gotta let it ride, let it rest. Whatever “it” is.
For me, of course, it’s this rewrite. Thanks to those birds and my new buddy, I think the message is finally hitting home. If those gulls and Winston could talk, they would steal the words right out of St. Theresa’s mouth (at least, I think it was St. Theresa; some good Catholic out there is sure to set me straight): “All shall be well, and all shall be well and all shall be well.”
And it shall.