The questions always have seemed to be my way. Why? Where? How? I must laugh at myself since in writing this I had hoped to question less those things that don’t matter. Even now I find questions dive-bomb my mind in the simple times as well as the difficult times. Yet, just this morning I realized life is as simple as they say, carry water, feed the dogs, go to work. To focus on that simplicity is to see the magnificent mosaic painted in the now and yet woven from the fabric of our yesterdays.

Journal Comments

  • shilohlin
  • JRobinWhitley