Tuesday, June 3, 2008
Lack of sleep, things not working to plan, health problems, loss of inspiration, anxiety about friends and family, plus a number of other things which on their own I can take in my stride, build up to a mountain which appears impossible to climb. Inwardly I weep at the loss of 'vision.' And yet it takes but the unexpected kindness of a friend or the gentleness of a loved one, to stem the rot and enable me to see things in a different light. After the early rain and stiff climb, the sun is now shining as hands reach out to me. A beautiful view is now in sight.