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!
Brand new day. Monday. New week. Full of hopes and promises. Dreams and visions. Smiles and joy. Cheerful balloons and paper mache. Calligraphic fortunes inscribed in a will of sorts, rock solid stories and all I need is coffee. Got some?! Tomorrow is going to be alright. Brilliant. Exquisite. Radiant. Scented. Never promised but it will be. I see it. I smell it. Fill up the tank and the basket. Drive. Keep going. Just keep going, trekking through, as fast as you can and when you find that door, open it. Let yourself in. Take a seat. Love. Say a prayer. Make yourself a meal, add a tad red pepper to it. You are home!