the breeze blows ...
with sunshine's toes
love forever grows
where Nature chose!
Even though I posted this pretty new pic that my
shining Son-rising shot .. a few days ago, I am
writing the prose, just now.
After the most incredibly chaotic day or so, with my
testosterone-fueled son, taking off with his laptop, to
come home, at 12:30 am - to tell me that he had been
physically assaulted at the river, I was in need of
Spending hours at The Vancouver Childrens Hospital
in Emergency, with police escorts and probing doctor's,
really can send your senses spinning ...
Good thing, I remained grounded, alert and grateful.
Our children are our blessings and sometimes seem and
'feel' to be .. our greatest woe. Yet, a real Rose does surely
know what the heart does whisper .. All is well in a world
filled with gratitude for the gentler parts of the whole.
After all, and before else .. we must divinely remember that even
though those ghastly thorns may cut and slice us wide open ..
we are free to things, people and circumstances as we choose.
Stand tall and mighty, whilst you so wisely mell the fragrance
of each and every prickly rose.
What have you got to lose?