Last weekend was Easter. As a recovered Catholic I chose to celebrate Mother Nature, for without her we would not exist.
This past year I have experienced several of life’s huge unwelcomed changes. Those of the calibre that have made or broken many a human being.
I won’t go into dark details as I’m still trying to paddle my canoe… without real limbs, nor true desire to stay afloat.
My freedom to be and do without pain or limitations is wearing heavily on my soul. That is… if we do indeed possess one at all.
Mother Nature is my sanctuary. She is the one constant in my human existence and for that I am grateful.