Some days, I know I'm just killing time until I re-connect with
The Maker. There is a broken line...and I feel it in every pulse,
every curse, every lost dream and every sad sleep. I long for
that line to be straight again.
Douglas Coupland once wrote about the mind being comparable
to a glass of water and that at age 30, the glass is mostly full.
After 30, the glass still contains water but a lot of it splashes
over the sides. That's how I'm feeling these days.
I'm happy but in the same breath, I'm not.
I'm awake but I'm tired.
I yearn for something just beyond my reach.
As the spring rolls in, let us all take a moment to admire the
sun that gracefully passes us all by one more time.
