Inhaling the words like fresh air after a spring rain, she smiled. The scent of their meaning as newly plowed earth gives hope to the farmer, she heard her own voice between the furrowed lines. A photosynthetic confidence grew within this little country girl with each turning page that took her beyond the one-lane dirt road of her lonely existence. She found her calling in black and white.
purpose held promise
in black ink
The warm ambience of summer hangs her photographs on autumn’s trees in red, orange and yellow. Sharing her vivid memories until autumn’s dementia scatters them about my feet in piles of umber and gold. As cooler breezes cause me to pull my sweater tighter, I trace my finger along the lines of a wayward memory and wonder.
what is life’s meaning
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I don’t know anyone who is satisfied at making mistakes or who enjoys realizing they made a mistake, or worse, being told their mistakes. Whether one is new in a job position or experienced, beginning a relationship or well established in one, a mistake is never easy. Yet, the only pearl of wisdom I can offer to anyone, including myself is to forgive.
Forgive, learn from the mistake, move on and be better next time. Don’t know how? Pray about it.
And keep praying about it.
Believe something good will happen…
and it will.