Having faith and giving thanks
The balmy weather makes me feel so Gulf South I can hardly stand it. My mind has been roughed up a little lately because of my heart walking back out to the precipice of desire and leaping into a cauldron of boiling issues. Drama. The good thing is that I have faith it is all going to work out. I know somewhere deep inside of me that it will all be revealed very soon and so I quiet the riot in my head by putting my head in a different game – my work – and by taking care of myself as best I can. Looking over the photographs from yesterday – me with my blithe spirit dropping to my knees for Holy Night on the boat (people get a kick out of the Jewish girl’s love of Christmas music) – everyone in the gazebo laughing, and feasting, and having a blessed time – Pelicans and Skimmers and Seagulls were our constant companions yesterday and to make sure to reinforce how blessed our lives are a rainbow appeared in the horizon – another icon of joy.
Blessed are the drama queens for they will inherit the mirth. 