How can one be measured or measure anything by the passing thoughts of this is good and this is not good.

Just last week at thanksgiving joy came thru as I felt in great closeness and love with all six of my sprawling-‎ just today two forthcomingly shunt me down- with words  that are like daggers yet remain someone unreal...

From a room with a view I live my day- ontop the mountains windows watch the snow and silence brings me within.

A candle and light that breaks thru the cloud pulls a chair with my hand to settle and time passes longer than the names I have to fill it with my prayers- as I'm torn away- 

In a knowing

That it's god who cares for me-

God who loves me

And God who brings all into my life

As I watch all my prayers unfolded in

A wil of time not my own.

I release and release all of what is deals towards me and give back only love-

Amen