we are granted a freedom, the power of free will

to allow life and its' many twists and at times unkind turns to allow us to become bitter or better.

i have had no less or greater than others, i may have had fewer troubles.

gift or curse, it is hard work to live well

most people have not the recognition that we are all terminal.

yes, i have read the grimm's faery tales, with the prince who lost his eyes to thorns. the parables of various cultures have left an impression upon my life.

without the darkness it is hard to appreciate the peace, warmth, love, grace and beauty of light

paring yourself down to the soul or bone leaves us feeling vulnerable and over-exposed.

sometimes you have to just make a decision, do what you have to do, believe in who and what you are to do more than "just" survive to live well.

despite the profound pain to your soul and pride of self sufficiency.

much love to you ann