finding meaning today, in our days

Just writing this journal is somehow giving me a sense of meaning. 

I am listening to a recording of Colonial American music - kind of a good choice since

today is Memorial Day. I remember when I was young that there seemed to be more dialogue

about our colonial past. Then it all seemed to go away... We don't hear about Betsy Ross, or Paul Revere

or Thomas Jefferson so much. I wonder why we stopped telling our story?? - as I have heard it called.

Anyways, things are good today. I'll probably go for a walk and tidy my room.

I must struggle to find satisfaction - and I have to remind myself at how good I will feel after the accomplishment.

So, I will do the long walk today- and put that feather in my cap! No complaints. Happy Memorial Day!