It's A Puzzle For The Brain, Heart And Me

It was late Friday and finally time to go to sleep. Like a child being forced to go to bed early, I scrunched up under the blanket and plopped my head on the pillow. Actually, I was quite tired because it was fast approaching the time for the sun to rise, so I really needed some rest.

Usually I am completely asleep before my head hits the pillow, but I had too many things running through my mind. Making a conscious effort to relax, I closed my eyes. Deciding that the best way to fall asleep was to bore myself, I began making a list of all the tasks I needed to accomplish over the weekend.

With a list and a plan, I felt that by Monday all the pieces of my sometimes puzzling life would be in place.







Eventually I fell to sleep, but it was somewhat fitful and I woke up far too early considering the hour that I actually went to bed.

Not one to just lay in the bed and stare at the ceiling, I mulled over the list of things to do and got up to start on them.

Everything seemed fine until after I ate breakfast.







I felt overwhelmed.

So many things to do and not enough time to do them.

It didn't matter how many times I told myself to stay calm and just take things one at a time, I still felt the surge of panic.

Apparently my list was too long.

I expect too much from myself.

Just about the time I had started to feel a little peace, a wave of nausea and a terrible headache hit me.

Nausea and headaches are not a part of my life and so, I don't suffer well when they decide to attack every once in a blue moon.







Most of Saturday was spent sick and alone.

I tried working on my chores while I was sick, but my list...

Well, my list remained long and I felt unaccomplished.

I kept remembering being a young child and sick. My mother would bring me chicken soup in bed, pull my covers up around my neck and read me story books. I didn't have a care or worry in the world back then.

In contrast, Saturday I stretched out on the couch, pulled my own covers up to my neck and occasionally the dog would pounce on top of my chest in order to stare into my eyes. My body continued to be sick and my mind kept racing through everything I wasn't getting finished.

I gave up worrying about my undone tasks. There isn't anyone else to take care of my responsibilities, so I will just have to work on them all through the week and next weekend.

As I closed my eyes, I realized that life is a huge puzzle. We all have a set number of pieces and it is up to us to get them all to fit together to create a beautiful life picture.

I am very lenient with everyone and make excuses for their faults even when they hurt me, but I expect perfection from myself. Obviously, I have always fallen short of the goal, but I have tried and tried and tried to get it right.

Nobody is perfect.

My brain knows it.

My heart knows it.

Sometimes it is necessary to take a deep breath and pause so that the puzzling thoughts and emotions can settle softly around us and just be. They will be imperfect, but that is okay.





My brain, heart and I had a long conversation.

"I'm getting better every day," my brain said.

"Yes, I know Brain. I really appreciate you coming back. There are so many things I need you to do and it is comforting that you are starting to pull your weight again," I responded.

"I'm sorry," my heart softly said.

"As you should be!" I exclaimed. "If you were not so compassionate and such a pushover, most of my unhappiness wouldn't exist! You've let me love people that hurt me!"

"Wait a minute!" my heart shouted in defense. "Your brain isn't entirely innocent. It agreed with everything I was feeling."

My brain pretended to be asleep because it was also quite guilty.

"No need to tear each other apart now," I said. "The damage has been done. Let's just work together so that I can start fresh with a new life and in a new home before the summer arrives. I need you both. We have all been wounded and scarred, but we've learned so much and are better for the struggles. It would be a shame to let it all go to waste."

Taking a peek, my brain smiled in agreement. Looking up at us both, my heart stopped rummaging through it's box full of protective padlocks and keys. They both seemed quite satisfied with my explanation. We have a plan. Life is still a huge puzzle, but together we are going to take one piece at a time until we've created a beautiful picture.

Yeah, that's the secret...one piece at a time.

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The Future As Seen On The Road - Hope, Happiness And Dreams

I finally downloaded all my cell phone photos. Since they are not the best quality, they are more a way to capture an emotion or thought rather than a beautiful photograph or work of art.

One of the things that I notice about my photographs is that I take a lot while driving in the car. I just point the cell phone camera, click and never look at the screen until later when I'm not driving any more.

What am I trying to capture?

Life is a journey.

I'm on the road leading somewhere which is in itself a great accomplishment.

“The best thing about the future
is that it comes one day at a time.”
~Abraham Lincoln

Sometimes the day is filled with a bright blue sky, plenty of sunshine and hope.

Hope for happiness.

Hope for success.

Hope for peace.

Hope for love.







Along the way there are signs to inform us that we are either going the right direction or we need to change the course.







Richmond, Virginia...

One city filled with thousands of people who are doing their own "thing" every day. Although each person's goals are different, everyone is moving forward either steadfastedly toward happiness or backsliding into passive indecision.

"The future starts today, not tomorrow."
~John Paul II

The choices in the future often loom before us, but we are unsure because we just can't see very far ahead. The unknown overwhelms and blinds us. Often we miss out on the present and future happiness because we remain stuck in the fear that blinds us.

"Every tomorrow has two handles.
We can take hold of it
with the handle of anxiety
or the handle of faith."
~Henry Ward Beecher

As time passes, the path often becomes more clear.

Have we prepared for it?

Are we willing to take the path with all the sacrifices required in order to attain the happiness that is waiting?

Do we willingly make the effort to change and progress?

We have time.

There's no need to rush.

Enjoy the present, but keep moving forward toward the goal.

"Pick the day. Enjoy it - to the hilt.
The day as it comes. People as they come...
The past, I think,
has helped me appreciate the present,
and I don't want to spoil any of it
by fretting about the future."
~Audrey Hepburn

However, there must be a plan and a steady effort to move forward or the opportunity can be lost.

To obtain great happiness and success, it is required of us to put forth effort.

"The future is
something which everyone reaches
at the rate of sixty minutes an hour,
whatever he does, whoever he is."
~C.S. Lewis

Looking into the past is necessary and helpful. We can learn from our successes and mistakes, however, dwelling on the past can lead to much unhappiness. It would be like trying to drive a car while looking through the rear view mirrors only. Eventually, the car would wreck into something because the driver would be totally unaware of what lies in the path ahead. Planning ahead is necessary, but it is impossible to foresee everything that might, could, would and will happen.

"It is a mistake
to try to look too far ahead.
The chain of destiny can only
be grasped one link at a time."
~Winston S. Churchill

We can diligently plan.

We can hope.

We can work hard to make our dreams come true by putting our plans into action. Every day we can take one step closer to the happiness that awaits us while enjoying the wonderful moments we experience now.

We can not, however, see clearly into the future.

It is all up to each individual to take the steps necessary in order to have the job, relationship, home, education, family or experience we have always dreamed of obtaining.

The happiness that awaits is worth the risks.

"The future belongs to those who
believe in the beauty of their dreams."

~Eleanor Roosevelt

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Kumquat May

Have you ever read Shakespeare's play, Macbeth?

There's a passage where Macbeth is thinking about the events that are going to happen to him. His thoughts are a bit mind-boggling and his impatience at his reflections bothers Macbeth. He finally decides to stop beating himself up and to just let whatever is going to happen come to pass.

We often have a false sense of control of the future and that adds to the frustration during unpleasant or painful circumstances.

I'm actually very bad at remaining positive in the face of adversity. When the ship starts to sway, I'm already clinging for dear life.





You would think that by now, I would grab hold of the steering wheel and just enjoy the ride. I already know that time has a way of exposing the mysteries in life if we just wait out the storms.

But who likes waiting?

Better yet, when something unpleasant is approaching, who doesn't cringe?

That's my point...I cringe.





People with a positive outlook on life are happier because they "get" what the whole experience of living is all about and therefore, make the most of their time.

So what was it that Macbeth said?

"Come what, come may, time and the hour runs thro' the roughest day."
(Macbeth 1.3.156-7)

Hmmmm....

We all have rough days and some have rough years, but eventually the hard times pass.

Let's take today as an example...

I was ready to go to the store and pick up all the things I needed for my food post. However, because Alyssa brought a puppy home to babysit until Saturday evening and she left for work, the yapping and barking was intolerable.

My first reaction was that I would just quiet down the eight week old puppy and reassure Bella that this other dog wasn't going to be around long.

The reassuring lasted until Alyssa got home very late, by which time I was a frazzled mess. A whining baby dog is not my cup of tea.

Anyway, the food post will have to wait another day and the world won't end because of it. However, I kept fretting terribly because this puppy wrecked my day.





I had several choices as to how to resolve the problem, but I chose to forego the cooking post and sit with the puppy to prevent it from howling like a banshee. So if I made that decision, I had to also just accept that I wouldn't accomplish everything that I wanted to get done today.





Other things in life are the same way...we can gripe and complain about the circumstances or we can accept them as they are and do the best we can do.





Shakespeare was obviously correct in observing that, kumquat may, no matter how hard the ship is tossed to and fro, hard times will eventually end.

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One Man's Trash Is Another Man's Treasure

The saying is something like, "One man's trash is another man's treasure" or "one man's garbage is another man's gold" which both mean that what is of little value to one person, may in fact be of great value to another person.

Many times after a long-standing relationship or marriage ends, your self-esteem can take a beating. The ugly "Why" questions can plague the mind and if allowed to linger, can destroy the positive self-image that you work to keep intact.

A couple years ago I shared a personal story about something that happened to me when I was fourteen years old. During that time, I had little to no self-esteem which was the reason for my foolish actions.

Events in life can throw us back to a point where we feel useless, not needed or undesirable. Often after a relationship ends, people go through all the emotions accompanied with being rejected.

Questions like....

"Wasn't I enough?"

"Why didn't they love me?"

"What could I have done differently?"

These types of thoughts soar through the mind, twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week.

In order to feel good about yourself again, it is necessary to re-evaluate your worth.

"What are your talents?"

"What makes you different than other people?"

"What have you accomplished so far?"

After being honest with yourself, it will become obvious that you are indeed an original - one of a kind - masterpiece.

In a roadside shop on the way back from the Grave's Mountain Apple Festival, Alyssa and I examined all the treasures in the store. Well, to me, it was just junk, but I knew that many would not agree with me.

The old saying, that "One man's trash is another man's treasure," echoed in my mind.

"One man's trash is another man's treasure."

Hmmm....

It is true.

Your wife wants a divorce?

Your husband ignores you?

Okay, fine, but that doesn't mean you aren't worth being married to and worth listening to every day. Just because one man or woman doesn't think you rock the world, doesn't mean that you don't rock the world.

It is one opinion out of billions!

Don't place so much value on one person's opinion. Instead, believe that you are ___________, ____________ and ______________. Yes, you need to fill in those blanks!

I'll name three to show you that it isn't that hard to do.

I am funny, compassionate and intelligent.

See? I did it and it wasn't that hard. The great thing about my list is that I know it is true!

I may have been discarded as unimportant by one, but I'm definitely going to keep thinking that I am a valuable human being with a combination of talents that only I can offer with my unique style.

Why?

Because it is true!

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Face It - We Are Alone

The other day I baked some Rich Chocolate Devil Cupcakes without the filling because I didn't have any cream cheese. The cupcakes were so flavorful and moist, that I didn't even think about the missing ingredient. While the cupcakes were still piping hot, I put one in a bowl and added a couple dips of vanilla ice cream and some fresh strawberries.





The combination was definitely rich and delicious.





Each item in the bowl stands alone yet are combined to create the dessert. Separately, the cupcake, strawberries and ice cream are delicious and could combine with totally different ingredients to create something other than a Rich Chocolate Devil Cupcake smothered with ice cream and strawberries. Each item could also be served alone as a dessert.

Let me put it another way. When we are born, we are delivered alone. Even if you are from a multiple birth, you were still born before or after your sibling. I'm also pretty sure that you were born naked and without any preconceived ideas or prejudices.

Keep those thoughts in the back of your mind while I explain the main point which is...We are alone. Even if you live with a big family or lots of friends, you are still alone. It is impossible to share all the thoughts that run through your head all day long and if you are like me, you don't really want to share them either.

Not only are your silent thoughts strictly yours alone, but every experience you encounter throughout your life, you face alone.

Yes you do!

For instance, when you give birth to a child, is anyone else in the room feeling the pain? Uh...no. When you are working during the day solving problems and making money, is someone else reading your mind and copying your every move? How about when you are standing at the alter and have to say, "I do" to your fiance...Is there anyone else reading every thought that flies through your mind at that last second before you commit? Is there anyone taking away the pain when someone you love dies, someone beats you up, your arm is amputated or your closest friend turns their back on you during an extremely stressful time? No, no, no, no! You are alone to cope with all the emotions, pain and thoughts that your mind and heart are experiencing.

I'm not saying that you won't have any support during rough patches in life, but when it gets right down to it, you are alone to cope and make choices. I believe that other people can make the horrible experiences in life easier, but that doesn't mean that there will always be someone who is willing to have your back.





It is vitally important that you realize you are alone. If at any point of your life you sink to the bottom of the deepest ocean and you expect other people to pull you out, you may end up drowning. Even if you believe in God, you will still have to make the effort to save yourself.

Do not rely on anyone else to make everything right or save you. Understand now that you are living YOUR life and you are alone. Locate the essence of your soul and learn your strengths, weaknesses and worth because some day that knowledge might be what gives you the power to survive.

Face it - we are alone, but we have the power to win every battle in life.

You don't believe me? Hmmm...Spend a little time getting to know yourself and I'm sure you will be surprised by your strength. Just dig deep enough and you will find it all.

That was deep. Phew!

Let's relax.

Do you want a cupcake?

Whoops!

This is the last Rich Chocolate Devil Cupcake.

I guess you have to go bake your own dessert. This one is for me.

Guess I am learning that alone stuff pretty good, huh?

(wicked evil grin)

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The Hole In The Cloud Provides Hope

It is difficult for me to "believe" that good things are going to happen while I am in the middle of hard times. And on top of it all, my life has been one hard time after the next without even a chance to breathe between them.

I feel like a part of me has died. I guess part of me did die when I held my child as she turned bluer and bluer. The whole five days I leaned over the railing of her hospital bed staring at her kept me paralyzed with fear that I could lose her forever. Trying to cope during the fifteen months following that horrific event almost put the last nail in my coffin.

I won't ever be the same person again. It has changed me.

I miss myself - the girl who felt so empowered and hopeful about her life. The girl who was somewhat naive and unaware.

The other day the sky was cloudy with huge gray clouds. I stood at the big window and looked at the vastness of the sky above. The clouds were crashing into each other like ocean waves. All of a sudden, a hole opened in the clouds and bright sunshine billowed through it.

The sun was so piercingly bright and as I turned, the rays had illuminated my living room. Bella took the opportunity to bask in the only sun we would get that day.



Bella was so peaceful and content. That's when it hit me. Just because it had been cloudy all day, it didn't stop Bella from enjoying the moment of sunshine. She is an animal with the right attitude. I am a human with more brains and the wrong attitude.

The big storm was like my life - even though the gray clouds loom ever present around me, I need to learn how to enjoy the small bit of sunshine when it becomes available. I also need to find hope that there will be sunshine bursts again.

I'm sure that many people have suffered through awful experiences especially since the economy has been so terrible in our country for the last couple of years. I do not know how you all keep having hope and believing in a brighter tomorrow, but I can tell that you do. The crazy thing is that I believe and have lots of hope for your positive future too, but I no longer envision it for myself. Doesn't make much sense does it?

My sweet friend, Joan, told me to listen to Steve Jobs'2005 Stanford Commencement Address and I soaked up every word. His speech is even more poignant because of his passing. Steve's life is proof that he walked the talk. Steve always believed in a bright sunshine that was always full of opportunity.

After listening to the video and shedding a few tears, I searched for a poem that I heard a very long time ago so that I could share it with you. I think it conveys a message of hope that we could all benefit from hearing.

The Man Who Thinks He Can

If you think you are beaten, you are;
If you think you dare not, you don't.
If you'd like to win, but think you can't
It's almost a cinch you won't.
If you think you'll lose, you're lost,
For out in the world we find
Success begins with a fellow's will;
It's all in the state of mind.
If you think you're outclassed, you are.
You've got to think high to rise.
You've got to be sure of yourself before
You can ever win a prize.
Life's battles don't always go
To the stronger or faster man;
But sooner or later the man who wins
Is the one who thinks he can.

~Walter D. Wintle~
- Poems That Live Forever, comp. Hazel Feldman 1965

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Grow Where You Are Planted

At one point of my life, I was extremely poor, but I was too young and broken-hearted to realize it. My dad had just divorced my mother and moved into a very posh, adult only apartment complex. He paid very little child support and only had visitation on Saturday. Dad had tons of girlfriends, fancy jewelry and clothes, ate whatever he wanted - whenever he wanted it, and eventually being a father got in the way of his fun.

My sister and I lived with my mother in a non-posh apartment complex. Actually, we did not leave at night because it was too dangerous. Mom worked three jobs to support us and sewed all of our clothes. We were on a tight budget...a very tight budget. At the ripe old age of ten, I was the accountant and balanced the checkbook. Although we did not have everything we needed and definitely not what we wanted, my sister and I had the most important thing of all - a mother who loved, sacrificed and taught us how to be good people.







I love my parents; both of them. I also totally understand the human aspect of why they made the decisions and choices that led their paths in different directions. Even as a young child, I recognized the dramatic difference between the lifestyles, beliefs and values of my parents.

One was selfish and the other was not.

One told lies and the other did not.

One loved us when it was convenient and the other loved us with every action, unconditionally.







Some portions of my life have been happier than other times which is normal. The life experience can not be 100 percent euphoric no matter how hard we wish.

Time, life experience, good teachers, a loving mother, therapy and prayer finally helped me to have a forgiving heart. It also allowed me to reach out and enjoy a relationship with my dad without expectations.







Driving from Williamsburg to Richmond, I passed a beautiful bunch of flowers. To my amazement, they were surrounded by nothing except rocks. Dry, hard, lifeless rocks.

These beautiful flowers were growing where they had been planted and not half-heartedly. The flowers were vibrant, large, healthy and absolutely gorgeous.

This plant probably had to fight the rocks to grow which was not a small task. However, regardless of the hardships, this plant has hundreds of gorgeous blossoms.

I have "thrived" in life even though there have been many "rocks" in my path. From my humble beginning where there was so much love that the walls could hardly contain it, but not enough food and money, to the very busy day I had today, the main lesson I needed to learn was...Grow Where You Are Planted.







There will be rocks and sometimes boulders, but just keep growing.

Bloom with all your might and strength.

Bask in the sunshine and drink in the rain.







Reach upward to new heights and experiences with a fiery passion.

No matter where you are, who you share your life with, what your age is or how you do it, just do it...







Grow, bloom and flourish where you are planted.

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I Can Do Anything According To My Mother And The Fortune Cookie

Sometimes I feel that my gluteus maximus is glued to this same spot and there is no hope of ever standing again. The black computer chair is very comfortable with all the "fancy" features. It offers great lumbar support and has adjustable arms, a seat height adjuster and the back of the chair can slant as far back as I want it to go. The fabric is breathable too, so my legs never stick to it no matter how long I occupy the same position.

About two years ago I started blogging. I did not know anything about:

• Google Following
• Facebook Likes
• Twitter Followers who tweet 24/7
  
• The etiquette of commenting
• Sponsor ads
• Easy money with Swagbucks
  
• HTML
• Adsense
• StumbleUpon
• Forums
• Communities, nor did I have my own Community
• Navigation Menus, not just one, but two
  
• Headers
• Sidebars
• Footers
• How to make a favicon
  
• And a million other blogging things that all eventually led to getting people to follow my blog
  

It was all new just like the day I stepped into my first grade classroom. An older woman stood at the front of a very quiet room filled with children. This woman, I discovered quickly, was my teacher and she directed me to a very weird looking chair. "Did I have to sit in this very hard chair long?" I wondered.

Little did I know that I would be glued to that that wood-bottom chair for many hours. My bony gluteus maximus did not enjoy that chair much. It had a bar that always got in my way, would tip over if I leaned over too far to see inside the shelf located under the seat and it smelled very much like...metal. Maybe it was old or more likely, I was quite prissy.

For twelve years I sat in uncomfortable chairs at school, wiggling this way and that to minimize the physical discomfort long enough to learn. Education was and is my passion. I do not think I have ever actually formulated that into a sentence before...Usually I say, "I love learning" or "I soak up information like a sponge," but the real core truth is that "Education is my passion."

That sounds so wonderful as it rolls off my tongue.

"Education is my passion."

Being educated and learning new things is extremely exciting. Not exciting like, "Oh neat," but as thrilling as riding the fastest roller coaster, standing at the edge of the Grand Canyon or skydiving for the very first time. Many people find my thinking and thrill at the simplest new thing a bit baffling, but my thirst for knowledge is unquenchable.

When I started blogging, there was a whole new world of information before my eyes. With a few keystrokes, I was able to read blog after blog after blog after blog, all the while learning, learning, learning, learning and being entertained.

All that takes me back to first grade again. Before I stepped onto the school bus that sunny first day, my mother said the same encouraging words I had already heard a million times, "You are special and can do anything you want to do."

Those words have reverberated in my head for nearly fifty years. (Yikes! Am I nearly that old? Hmmm, that must be why I feel free enough to strip for mangoes.)

"You are special and can do anything you want to do," are powerful words if they are incorporated in every cell of your body and believed with every ounce of passion you can muster.

As I hopped from blog to blog at the beginning of my blogging experience, I was ignorant. Can I just interject that I can not stand being ignorant. In this undesirable state, I started learning about what makes blogging enjoyable and how to use my skills to effectively share my life experiences and knowledge.

It was very bumpy and lonely.

Night after night, I sat alone in a dark room with only the computer monitor illuminating the small space where my chair supported my gluteus maximus much better than than the wood-bottomed chair did in first grade.

I did so much right and a whole lot wrong, but I did not give up and quit because my mother's encouraging words were still echoing in my head..."You are special and can do anything you want to do." Honestly, I did not feel very special when I stared at error messages which seemed to speak a total different language, but still caused the same feelings of frustration, aggravation, bewilderment and anger to well up inside of me. Losing or being unaccomplished was and is not an option, so I would put my head down on the desk to rest for just a moment to gather my thoughts. Unfortunately, I often woke up hours later with a kink in my neck. That was a very common scenario in the blogging beginning.

No matter how difficult the task, I persevered with renewed determination to successfully blog although I was unclear exactly what "successfully blog" meant to me. I designed my blog and tweaked the results many, many times before I finally decided to create the blogrolls which are my other six subject specific blogs. They helped me organize the blogs that I followed, sharpen my blog designing skills and extend my knowledge of writing the code that makes a website functional on the internet. All the while, I sat in my very comfortable chair with my mother's voice in my head saying, "You are special and can do anything you want to do" and I believed her.

Which brings me now to the end of last year when I decided that I wanted my own dot com and envisioned a redesign of my blog in order to point it in the right direction. Changing to my own domain with the web address http://www.TheRedheadRiter.com was very easy. Revamping the design...that was a whole different story.

I had to learn a whole new designing language. Of course, that was only a part of the complexity of this change. The other part was deciding what and how to make it better, stronger, faster - bionic! Not quite bionic, but much more in line with my goals. I have tried to mention this to you as preparation, not to tease and tempt you with the upcoming changes. No, I am not telling a lie! That is the whole truth, nothing but the truth!

Now, I truly am not only seeing the light at the end of the tunnel, but I am a few steps from the end of the tunnel and the sun is shining down brightly on my face metaphorically speaking. Each night, I can not wait to get home so that I can plant my butt on the chair and have my fingers fly over the keys on the computer keyboard.

It has been especially difficult to complete all the changes to my blog because of the PTSD that plagues my mind and soul. Why exactly I decided to revamp my blog at the same time I changed job responsibilities and was suffering some of the worst PTSD symptoms you can imagine, is TOTALLY baffling and all out confusing to me.

What was I thinking, but more accurately stated, I was not thinking in my right mind!

Now, however, I can feel accomplishment and I know that victory is just a few steps away. I am so eager to be finished with this blog project, so that I can enjoy the fruits of my labors. Will I really be able to complete the tasks ahead? Can I keep my gluteus maximus in the chair, my fingers typing and my eyes staring at the monitor?

Oh yes!

How can I be sure?

What kind of question is that!?

Just a second. I need to break open my fortune cookie and read it.

(crack)

(bite)

(crinkle, crinkle, crinkle)

Ahhh, yes.

It reads,"You should be able to undertake and complete anything."

(soft chuckle)

I can do anything according to my mother and the fortune cookie.

Neither my mother nor the fortune cookie have ever lied to me.

I am definitely choosing to believe them.

No, the cookie doesn't talk!

I said I suffered PTSD, not that I was crazy.

(rolling my eyes)







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Do Dark Clouds Loom Overhead?

Be still sad heart and cease repining,





behind the clouds the sun is shining;





thy fate is the common fate of all;





into each life some rain must fall




- some days must be dark and dreary."

~Henry Wadsworth Longfellow~


No, every day can not be lollipops, flowers or whipped cream and that is why we must all have hope in a brighter tomorrow when ominous dark clouds loom over our lives threatening our peace. Since you know there are going to be bad days, just enjoy the view and cope with them a minute at a time.

Dark clouds in the sky are beautiful in a dark cloud way.

Watch them and you will notice that they are continually moving...eventually they will move so far that the blue sky and bright sunshine will reappear. You can believe me on that one.

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