“Up” suggests a higher realm to be conscious of which requires my attention. I have been sleepy, wandering rather covertly about my life, like it was on loan.

Regardless how hard we may try to escape reality of existence – it emerges now and then. Sometimes, unexpectedly and abruptly. This is known as “rude awakening.” Now that I am acquainted with Southern gentility, I prefer “awakening” voluntarily.

Copper Chronicles is a journey exploring laws that govern reality. Originally, my writing started with four hens on Old Wendell Rd in my home of Northfield, Ma.

I wondered, “How is it a hen knows what to do every morning? What guides her? How does she manage her life so well despite the odds of her survival stacked up against her?” Wolves, hawks, lousy food supply. No healthcare (but what I may supply through earnest research and careful practice.)

There is something supernatural or eternal at work in the world, I discovered, that made our time together happy and wonderful. And, there is a force at work too, that is most terrible. (Depriving hens whole, healthy foods, for example.) Both are happening.

In the absence of Copper, my courageous coppery-colored hen that shimmers like a shiny new penny, I am all that is left to be the example of courage, duty, affection and love like she was. It’s my job to know what to do, to regard inner instincts, to govern my own self well- so that I may serve those around me.

Chronicles is a testimony to true things that are useful to live by. So, I can keep track of my progress, like a ship’s log. Life is a journey. And, happiness is not a silly, fake image on T.V. convincing you to buy this or try that to be happy.

Life is so much more! A place of peace, where we can start now enjoying eternity in our hearts and minds, if we keep seeking, keep living, (and not quitting,) we shall keep finding!