So fellow travelers, I’ve been feeling besieged by storms of many origins.
Outside the wind howls
Ice pelts windows while inside
Faith flickers but holds
Truth is I miss my daughters
I miss my backyard birds
I miss my favorite trails
I miss my sanity
Well not entirely, not yet.
There’s some still left holding on by a few threads strengthened by revelations shared from the hearts of others.
Wisdom and hope, beacons of truth and insight like lanterns illuminating a dark passage.
Where there is will there is a way.
Walk gently on the path my friends and may adventure find you ready.