


Friday night pondering and I find myself needing something more than another pat answer to the struggles of…
summers last gasp a shot fired into the gray as autumn covers the land and the seasons change…

We are all broken but sometimes, oh yes sometimes, the broken pieces of you and me come together…
The cold water took my breath away as it quickly closed in around me. The darkness was everywhere…

Replace the word ‘anger’ with any of the following: Shame Regret Guilt Sadness Grief etc. Isn’t the question…