Sometimes It's The Fight That Makes A

Everyone Has Some Inner Power That Awaits Discovery.

. . .and Every Native Has A Story Of Winter – Stories That Usually Begin, You Call This A Storm? And Grow In The Telling Like Battle Tales Shared By Graying War Veterans. It’s A Peculiar Character Flaw To Those Of Us From Cold Climates That We Feel Superior To Those Who Have The Sense To Live Elsewhere.

I Am A Believer In Angels, Though Not The Picture-book Kind With Wings And Harps. Such Angelic Accoutrements Seem As Nonsensical To Me As Devils Sporting Horns And Carrying Pitchforks. To Me, Angel Wings Are Merely Symbolic Of Their Role As Divine Messengers.

In The Beginning, I Had Considered These Stops On My Journey As Interruptions - But I'm Coming To Understand That Perhaps These Detours Are My Journey.

The Strength Of A Friendship Can Be Measured By The Weight Of The Burden It's Willing To Share. (if You Want To Test This Just Ask Someone To Help You Move.)