Flawless Carats

My lover and I sat beside the river last evening.  We were road worn having driven 30 hours in the last three days.  We were easy in our chairs while evening came as quiet as clouds and the setting sun was creating a billion carats of silver paving to our souls.  Flawless 

The Gift of Art And How You Know

I had two great experiences yesterday.  One:  I rode 9 hours and around 400 miles traveling thorough three states and the whole way was abloom.  Fields, mountains, streams, forests, clouds and abundances beyond record where all bright and abounding.  At one point a weather front separated the entire sky, on one side dark blue evening, on another a white blanket of weather stretched in a perfect line from horizon to horizon.  The second was an art show by a young artist not yet 30.  His work was meaningful, well crafted, smart and above all else, sincere.  It was Art!  Both these experiences gave me meaning-full.  And here is how I know.  Both made me want to say, Thank You/you. 

Grand Balm

Sometimes there is a fatigue that dampens even the grandest news.  Lets say for instance that a child, seriously ill for months, suddenly gets a miraculous healing report.  A loving parent may be so worn from the journey that the news in gathered quietly to his heart as balm on utter wounds of worry.

My Very Best Is Gone

My very best is not as good as it use to be.  It is my very best but it is no longer supported by a strong back, endless energy and consistent stamina.  What I find so disheartening is that life continues to require an effort of me that can only be performed by the younger me.  Life keeps sending me bills that I don’t have the funds to cover.  What I need is government assistance, a 30-year-old Lee, we could call it Lee-Care.  The most ironic thing?  The 30 year old Lee that use to be me was free, I didn’t have to pay a dime for him, he was always early, worked late, only complained to himself and paid the government almost 30% of everything he made.  That’s another problem, the government is still requiring me to pay them, I am Government Care.  The more I write the more depressed I am becoming.  I’m going to stop writing before I write myself back to bed. 

No Trail

There is a way that one might be given that is both terribly difficult and holy sublime.   This way has no quarter for the world and all its media, politics and commerce and instead leads you along the “road to Damascus.”  It is a holy trail but often you do not know God or if He is on the road with you, but you often feel that your “heart burns within” you as if you were walking with The God of the Angel Armies.  But most of all you know you are on a walk in the forest but not on a trail.