It is amazing how states of being and states of mind dictate my ability to think good or bad, even to be in a state of good or bad. These are simple words to explain an infinitesimally greater meaning. Add to this the amount of me that is given over to grieving over the plight of those I love, and I can live in valleys so deep. The dearness of this is that only in the deep valleys can I fully understand the ecstasy of the mountain top. And I have been to the mountain top.
 |
| Left my shovel out in the rain and this is what gifted me when I found it. |
No comments:
Post a Comment