The drops feed the thirsty ground and dry soil. The birds chirp happily and comfort fills the air all about.

A short week lies ahead. So much change about. Going back is not an option and neither is regret. Time to accept and move forth.

Life seems to sometime feel like sand in my hand. It doesn't matter how hard I try to hold it carefully it slowly seeps away while moving along. And when I finally open up my fist to see all that I have, only tiny grains are left.

Maybe someday those small amounts will fill the jar.

Good luck. Peace.


Anonymous Anonymous said...

Something I've learned in my own life: I've found it easier to hold onto 'the grains of sand', if I don't try to hold them so tightly.


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