I have never given much thought to shadows, they are just there…but not quite. Something we can see but not touch. They breath, yet not.
I wake and think of you…each night I think of you, and on it goes.
My days are full, I do what I do, I have a good life, I am just missing part of it.
I think about your wacky sense of humor, and I miss it.
You are one of the bravest women I know, your sense of adventure is inspiring. I find myself thinking of when I was young, I can’t even imagine myself at that age going to the places you’ve been.
Sometimes I put my face to the wind, close my eyes, breathing in the scent of the air and imagine you are doing the same.
I will never let go…not as long as I have breath in my body.
My wish for you is the gift of time; the understanding and wisdom that comes with it, the peace and love that floods your life.
This is my life, as the mother of an estranged daughter.
Most of us have heard the saying, “That’s the best thing since sliced bread!” What do you think is actually the best thing since sliced bread?
How about the smell of bread while it is baking?
On a more global note, I would have to say the best thing since sliced bread is the ease of communication in today’s world. I mean, think about it. You can have a conversation with someone on the other side of the world, while looking at them, in most cases it takes seconds to connect.
A hundred years ago people would not even have dreamed about this being possible, yet here we are, it’s like techno magic.
We can send a letter to the other side of the world in a very short time, even though it will be costly, it can be done.
“I don’t think the human race will survive the next thousand years, unless we spread into space” Stephen Hawking
Now that, would be some phone call.
Have a great day everyone.