No matter how long the darkness is or takes, the ride, it always has a deadline. It will pass. All will end one day but how long the journey is or the curvature it will take, is the question that only the Man Upstairs can answer and has because no matter how long the darkness lasts and the thunder roars, joy will always be close by blessing us with its aura, smile and all its glitter, the bright light we so desperate crave, first thing at the dawn. Patience is much required, however and faith is not for the faint of heart. It is one that will test us to the core, requiring much exercise of our fragility and handling of unwanted temptations but sit still and know that tomorrow is always a highway to heaven; I mean, your peace. A great, blessed and groovy weekend to you. Stay safe. Stay well. Stay humble. Love. Joy. Peace. Always. Cheers!
Just for fun. I was not in the mood for Christmas as 2020 has presented itself as one pathetic miserable bitchy year and I didn’t see the need to reward it but as life dictates, we should always count our blessings, take the good, the bad and make an omelet out of it. I mean, we need the bad sometimes to shake our bun-buns, teach us lessons as our life depends on it but not the dump that was thrown at us like an hot pot on the oven. 2020 has officially been canceled and we saw it in real time.
I made the decision to pick and follow, not to choose but follow, embrace the present. The Lord is my Sheppard I shall not want. I decided to take the good the year has offered, ditch the horrible, put it on a pile of manure and bury it somewhere on the curbside. Pumped I became and as much life has been one bowl of tomato soup, He restored my soul, leading me in the paths of righteousness, I was not about to turn it into a mash potato.
I moved in, decorated the house, sprinkled a few scent of pine here and there on something that resembles a Christmas tree, (my tree is too big and I was not in the mood to deal with it. I got the one on the corner and spruced it, add some light to it and it is standing tall and pretty, smiling right back at me), put up the lights and made it feel like the holiday that it is for two grateful soul dwellers. Yup, not going anywhere but my home. Ms Rona said so and I am ok.
2020 has been one puking year, for the books that no even the bookkeepers could have foreseen, forget the make believe horoscope card readers psychics, they were out to lunch on this twenty twenty and riding on my parade one more time it wasn’t, in the Christmas spirit I was going to be. I put my foot down and declared that life is for the living and living I was going to and elected to finding goodness, joy, the bright light in the pile of hay, grab it and make it my umbrella du jour. Yeah Christmas, bring it on!