My graveyard of regrets overflows with markers
The place I would go to bury my unfulfilled hope and dreams
They lie entombed, not as a result of lack of effort or desire
But due to circumstances beyond my control
I don’t like to visit this dreadful space – yet it remains outside my front door
So I have made a plan to transform this place
Planting colorful flowers on each grave
With a prayer that each unfulfilled wish
Will create a place much more beautiful than before.
when we quiet our world
only then can we can hear God whisper…..
when we quiet our mind
only then can our soul speak and be heard
nature speaks to us in so many ways…..
….but only when we are humble enough to receive it.
true love is not easy, in fact it is down right hard.
loving someone when everything is going well is easy, so easy it makes me laugh.
real love is when you stick around for the hard stuff.
the real hard stuff isn’t financial troubles or family squabbles…..
if you are physically well, you can work two jobs, it might be hard but, if you are healthy it is doable.
family issues can be worked out if you have the health to endure them or capable to physically pick yourself up and move.
but illness………it shakes you to the core. lives are transformed in an instant, roles change, individuals get lost in the symptoms leaving the caretaker to fed for themselves in a sea of uncertainty.
only with true love do you have the freedom to heal.
Today, may you experience a sense of healing, no matter how small.
watching the sun fade into the landscape, it leaves my world dark and still,
it is in these moments that my mind starts to question all that I think to be true
it is a time when I begin to rewrite my own story….
as the dawn arrives, I face a brand new day………and I pray,
maybe today I can make it different
a late summer storm
the rain pours down from the gray sky………..
drenching the soil surrounding me……
yet I stand in the middle of the storm, untouched
no refreshing rain reaches me,
will I ever feel its refreshing quench?