Wherever I am, the world comes after me.
It offers me it busyness. It does not believe
that I do not want it. Now I understand
why the old poets of China went so far and high
into the mountains, then crept into the pale mist.
~~Mary Oliver
Thank you...each of you...for your prayers and thoughts.
Sometimes life grabs you by the throat...and you cry a lot...and you stretch your arms out to grasp hope...and pray for better days...and close your eyes...and hope...and hold on...with your very soul...
...I'm (we're) still holding on...
...hope to be back soon...
...love...
Melody
