Ever wonder why people make these things? Me neither.

SOoo. It's Valentine's Day. How nice. I've been dealing with a resentment. Not over what you might expect, good reader, but over other family members. Let's just say that this family member has a way of thinking that everything pertaining to the family is automatically under his control. It's irritating, it's frustrating, and it's just not worth getting a resentment over. I've been praying for this person, like I've been taught. That really does work, you know. It's a constant chore, though, as I seem to allow myself to remember and go back through situations, and create and go through imagined situations, too. It all comes back to remembering that I am who I am, and I where I am lacking in some areas, I am also outstanding in others. I know that God will constantly reveal more to me. I also know that I will not reveal more of myself to these others than is absolutely necessary. Selfish? Maybe. Self-defense mechanism going into operation? You damn betcha. I'm moving forward. Walk with me, get out of the way, or get run over. I'm going.

I sit in quiet contemplation. Israel Kamakawiwo'ole plays in the background, his voice soothing from beyond his grave. He sings about a place over the rainbow...if birds fly, why, then, oh why can't I?

It's because we are people of the earth, and as such we are bound to it. Ashes to ashes, dust to dust. We return to from whence we came. I wonder if Israel looks down from where he is and knows that his music is still loved by so many? If you haven't had a chance to hear him, take the time. He's just what you need for a day like today.

Me? I'm doing ok. Some things are good, some things are really good, and there is a new nephew for me to hold, which is always a miracle to experience.