Sunday evenings are heavier than clouds with rain, darker too and often interminable.

You think so logically... like a hawk soaring - I feel so chaotically... like a kite without a tail plummeting to earth.

Ambition or contentment? This simple question led me back to a more balanced view of life and put me in touch with the Me I used to know.

December's wintery breath is already clouding the pond, frosting the pane, obscuring summer's memory.

I'm not afraid of the opinions of others - but of being needed and coming up short.

And not out of fear or loneliness, but only to find myself again... for we have come too far my Life, to turn back now.

I pray this winter be gentle and kind - a season of rest from the wheel of the mind.