Thanksgiving week through early January is, on my calendar and in most American’s imaginations, one extended holiday season. For many years, I've haven't experienced this as a season of celebration. Even after twenty-three years, a somber mood arrives like the season’s first chill as sadness once more lowers the temperature of my soul.
Hit the wrong button-- that too, pares our arrogance down so that when we die, all that may remain is the love that alternately brings joy and grief, and combinations of those. Spring will come, my friend.
Always real...Always struggling w/ we all struggle w/ if we are honest...Continue break open my life, my heart, mt doubts & fears....exposing the senseless.
Hit the wrong button-- that too, pares our arrogance down so that when we die, all that may remain is the love that alternately brings joy and grief, and combinations of those. Spring will come, my friend.
This touches my heart deeply, Rick. To be pared down: is this part of what we came here to learn? Aging and tragedy
Always real...Always struggling w/ we all struggle w/ if we are honest...Continue break open my life, my heart, mt doubts & fears....exposing the senseless.