Changing the view
I am forcing myself to keep in mind that while I slog through the bogeys of my own life, others are not as fortunate as me. Some have woken up this morning to tragedy. Some to war. Some to rape. Some to hunger. Some are in prison too long. Some have no hands. Some no feet. Some are blind. Some cannot hear.
And I, in the midst of the whirling blades looked down at the yard and saw:
I apologized to Tin this morning and he accepted my apology.
I prayed for peace but it didn’t come lightly despite my best efforts.
So I again, shook myself off, and said, this is small, I BELIEVE IN THE BIGGER PICTURE.
And it was at that moment that I looked outward and noticed the crepe myrtles I had planted eight years ago – the branches were dancing with fire.