Saturday, January 25, 2014

Produce Joy

Friday, January 24, 2014

There is a certain peace tinged with anxiety listening to my children sleep late at night.  My own sleep eludes me, chased away by responsibilities and failures of the workweek.  It will come though, in time. As I move to my twilight, clarity is my salvation.  Good night my friends.  I am with each of you in my dreams.