It's been awhile since I posted...a world has changed, my world has changed. I have dealt with alot of death these past few years...death of my children, of grandparents, and my father in law. I lost my voice, my direction, my sense of purpose, my sense of right and wrong, my identity. I am no longer the man I was and I have no idea as to the man I want to be. I thought I knew, but knowing and being are slightly different.
There are no promises
there are no guarantees
there are no natural laws that ensure success, or 'blessings' or good fortune
Karma exists to some extent, like a single inch on ruler-there is some measurement but not entirely reflective of the whole.
Life doesn't offer any promises,
but it does offer hope.
Like the longing of spring in the dead of winter,
a crocus peaks its tiny frame above the blanket of snow.
Monday, July 23, 2012
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