The Art of Worrying

Keep in mind, worrying is a very delicate art. It takes time, talent, and energy. I am a prime example of a worrier. I worry about the weather, about money, about health, about family, about life in general. I not only worry about my own health, but that of others! I have decided the only thing that I don't worry about is whether I will ever skydive, and since I know I absolutely will not be skydiving during this life, I don't need to worry about it!

What has helped? Walking, walking, walking. I walk and think, walk and talk, walk and enjoy the scenery, surroundings, nature, birds. Exercise truly does boost my spirit. Now if only when I walk I can quit worrying about "how far" I'll be walking! Oh well, maybe I'll walk so far one day that I'll end up in Disneyland (my favorite place) or Austria (the place I want to go).

A Visit to the Sun Tunnels

On Wednesday, June 21, 2006, a group of friends again motored to Wendover, Nevada, where we met and traveled north for approximately 1 hour to observe the Summer Solstice. Last year, there were no more than about 30-40 people there. This year, I counted close to 100 who drove the long, dusty miles to witness the phenomena. The Sun Tunnels are strategically placed so that on the longest day of the year, the sun sets to the west in perfect union with the long, concrete tunnels. An eclectic group of people had gathered together to watch the phenomena, each there for their own purpose or reason. We brought food, lawnchairs, and each other. Other groups camped out. Kites were flying, frisbees thrown, a few dogs meandered about. But ultimately, all were there to enjoy the sunset. Lee, a member of our group, gave a short, meaningful presentation and suggested that for our "soltice ritual", we bury whatever has been bugging us, and learn to forgive and forget. Wise words to all. It was a great time to enjoy each other's company and reflect on our love of each other and friendships.