Stripping away the rose colored glasses of denial concerning my reality. Getting in touch with truth. Reaching out to others in empathy concerning their reality and their walk to truth.
Thursday, January 22, 2009
Giving it time
It looked so cold, the water black bumped next to banks with large white drifts. Where would my mind go? I’d like to take one of those colorful boats bump on down the river, not a doubt, not a shiver. Where would my mind go? Frost on top and limbs covered so completely smallish birds that chirped so sweetly. I was giving it time. Where would my mind go? I was giving it time.