Happenstance, sort of (I love that word, by the way) I’ll have a chance to share my writing hopes with a publisher next month. My very good and wise friend, Ray will smile at the hopefulness and bravery of this.

He might be one of the very few who wouldn’t be annoyed or puzzled over my reluctance.

Today, I picked blueberries. We have lots!

The breeze was warm with sunshine again!

And the thoughts came as I filled the jug with berries for my granddaughter.

Fear is easy. Reluctance is relaxing.

Avoidance is an exhale.

A sigh of relief.

We choose what we know.

We choose fear because we know it as safety.

And once we know the cause of our choices we can give ourselves freedom to

“Unknow” them,

I pick berries barefoot in the weeds and never think of ants, spiders, bugs or snakes.

It’s not that they don’t scare me, it’s just barefoot berry picking is what I know, what childhood told me was okay.

When other things were scary.

The more you know, right?

I said “Yes.” to discussing my idea for memoir.

Yes to next scary steps, certainly not barefooted.

I promise.

Continue and believe,