Emotional week, started off with the death of my mother n law. She has been sadly aging with Alzheimer’s these last few years. Visits would be silent, as if we were with a child, a silent one, who viewed us as kind strangers. Moments like these bring me to thoughts about one of my favorite movies; The Notebook, nevertheless, found time spent was almost like pulling teeth..stagnant air.
Suffering is a mystery, an atmosphere I wish to avoid…like the plague.
It’s quiet walks in nature which imbue hope, renew thoughts and stabilize my journey.
Reflections make one smile. Nature just knows…flows!
If they’re hungry … they eat
They instinctively know what to do!
If they have an itch..
by golly they reach that spot! Doesn’t matter who’s watching either. Bad hair days don’t bother them
they know when to fly in
and when to discretely leave
They delicately balance within this place called earth
I suppose avoidance is the plague, from within. To counter act this force, one must “forsake not the gathering together” Is it truly this simple? To be called to sup, for this is the bread of Life!