SEEING THE HORIZON

I can see clearly now, the rain is gone.
I can see all obstacles in my way.
Gone are the dark clouds that had me blind.
It's gonna be a bright, bright sunshiny day.






Okay, I can make it now, the pain is gone
All of the bad feelings have disappeared
Here is that rainbow I've been praying for.



Look all around, there's nothing but blue skies.
Look straight ahead, there's nothing but blue skies.




 I can see clearly now, the rain is gone.
I can see all obstacles in my way.
Gone are the dark clouds that had me blind.
It's gonna be a bright, bright sunshiny day.

DEPRESSED OR LAZY?

I've been going through a rough period.

I got off one antidepressant in order to gain some energy - and then lost almost everything in the process.

I'm getting my feet back under me - am seeing another psychiatrist - but the lost energy is simply not coming back yet.

But is that depression, or am I simply being lazy?

It's hot, and easy to feel this way (the heat takes everything away from you).

Or is it lack of any ambition on my part?

SMELL OF RAIN IN THE EVENING CLOUDS

Technically, I do not live in the desert.

We receive enough rain to classify as "high chaparral", which means twice a year we get enough rain to keep our yuccas, mesquite and broom cactus alive.

But we receive little enough that we do refer to it locally as "moisture", not rain.

And it's more than a little bit of an event when it falls.

We're on the cusp of our summer monsoon season, and every afternoon, we look with eagerness to the gathering dark clouds over the mountains.

And we rejoice even when a few sprinkles come fluttering down.

We need the rain badly.

SWEETS

Horses are by nature herd animals; they don't fare all that well on their own.

And my poor horse, Najale, has been all on his lonesome for almost a year and a half now.

Enter Sweets, or Sweet Lady Grey (her full name).

Najale dances and squeals and gallops and races around, incredibly excited by the presence of another equine.





I put them in adjoining pens for a few hours until the fireworks peter out, and then let them formally meet.

A few more squeals - a couple well-placed kicks from each one - soon they are grazing together in harmony.









Looks like the beginning of a beautiful friendship.