There are lots of markers.  Time seems to do that.  Thirty one years ago I got married (and it did last a good long time).  Thirty years ago a mountain nearby blew off it’s top and spewed ash all over the country.  And five years ago we started a business that still thrives.

What a funny thing, time.  What a bizarre brain that holds memories that really have no use but to create stories out of stories.  If only.. I could have…I might have….We didn’t…We chose….Stories within stories.  But they are all stories.  I do have mementos of days past, children who noisily honored my days with adventures.  But it is quiet now, but a meow and the distant TV.

Off to make a good story of being an agent of tall tales, bringing in the fairies, gnomes, sylvans and spirits of the trees that bless my tiny human feet graced with walking the Divine earth.