I rise up and call myself blessed. Truly.
Heartache is cured by Mother Nature.
I can hear the water rush by me.
I can hear the birds sing.
I am not a serious mountain climber.
Although I sure enjoy a good view.
Sometimes not only does a bowling ball sit on your chest... it also tries to drag itself right through your system and out the other side of your rib cage. My desire and my ability to handle loss are two completely different things.
I have been floored.