Friends

"In order to have a friend, you have to be a friend." That was my Mother’s constant admonishment to me. My reply was always the same. "Books don’t have that kind of requirement!" She would give a long suffering sigh and walk away shaking her head. What can I say? I was ahead of my peers in school, and the older kids didn’t want to have anything to do with "geek girl". Books were my friends. They were always there for me, never questioned my questions, and didn’t mind the fact that I was always in their face. LOL My current reads are within my favorite genre. The first is People of the Weeping Eye by W. Michael Gear and Kathleen O’Neal Gear. They are the authors of The First North Americans series, and I have to admit that I have been hooked from the very first book in this series. My second read is The Historian, by Elizabeth Kostova. It is, supposedly, a modern day vampire tale. So far, all I can say is that it is beautifully written and interesting enough to keep me reading… Friends… There are two others waiting quietly on the book shelf. They will be there for me when I need them...they will not require I meet some social standard of looks or personality, or a high speed internet connection that allows Face Book fun. I will be fine just the way I am, and isn’t that what we all hope for...to be accepted just the way we are.

I don´t actually live in Wichita. I simply use it as a point of reference that people might recognize. I actually live on the edge of the Kansas Flint Hills, an absolutely magical place of prairie, wind and cattle, that seem like tiny moving objects when viewed from the road. I did at one time live in Wichita, and by way of a few strange circumstances, I found myself buying a small farm out here in the middle of nowhere. I was looking for peace, a sense of quiet, and sanctuary against what I viewed as a world gone mad. The windmill sits at the edge of a curve in the driveway. The point to all of this? If the opportunity to explore something/someplace different presents itself, follow your yellow brick road, even if it leads to your own back yard. The magic is there. Find it...capture it, and keep it within to comfort you against a world that sometimes goes mad.