Where am I ?

Here is a drawing I did of that chilly wind once feels as the snow starts to fly in the canyon. I even wrote a poem about the Frost Fairy and the wind and Snow Fairy. I did up a piece of scrape book paper and got a frame to fit it. I have shown it two times,and not one thing said about the poem. So I sit here and wonder this morning .. What am I doing? Where am I? I long to go back east, I miss my kids, I miss not being able to breathe, and have been told by many of Doctors that I need to get to a lower altitude,but here I am still at the Grand Canyon! I tell myself I am here because this is where my job is. But lately I have gotten to the point I don't like going into work. There are so silly things going on at work and it feels like I am back in High School. I Have been out of high school for a long time, I guess I don't want to play any reindeer games !

I also don't know where I would go if I left the canyon, back to New York? or Virginia? or somewhere else all together? I ask myself these questions and I don't have an answer yet. So I stay here ,thinking the answers will come when I am ready to hear them and I have to trust the universe that it knows what it is doing.

I am drawing more and being more creative, and maybe that is why I am still here to get more confidence in my artist talent. My fairies people seem to love them,but I haven't sold one for awhile. Which could be where I am showing them. I need to get them out to the visitors who come here or just find a shop close by who would sell them.

Where am I? I am here at the canyon, looking into the window of time and wondering how I fit into this world. or is it I don't fit anywhere... and I am just passing time till the next life's adventure? Or am I looking from the outside looking in the window and still see nothing? I have some how lost that inner peace I felt here , so does that mean it is time to move on and find another place that I will once again feel inner peace? The mind is just full of questions and once again I will have to wait till I am ready to hear the answers to all my questions . Soul searching is a hard path in times like these. So I draw using my water color pencils to find that inner joy and beauty I once saw. I take photos to see the inner beauty of this place called the Grand Canyon.

Winter is coming, frost is all around, the winds will be blowing and carrying the flakes of snow.

and here I sit,waiting for answers to come home.