it's just {stuff}

It's all just stuff. I found myself having a pity party this weekend. Listening to my dog's look-at-me-Ma barks and my footsteps echo of the walls in the empty room. Looking around wondering how I accumulated all the stuff that fills up my house. My house. Wondering why it matters that I continue to work to maintain a house that I keep just for me. Trying to figure out what to do next and how I get to my Dreamland that seems so far away. And then Oklahoma happens and I see it all in it's turbulence, strewn all around in heaps and unrecognizable piles on the street, places that used to be homes and havents. And then I realize that it's all just stuff. A bunch of stuff. And it's not that important. It really isn't. So the people and the relationships...yeah those: That's what's going to get me to my Dreamland.  A harsh reminder that we're all we've got and we're in this together.   God be with Oklahoma.