Sunday Secret

lightThere are those times, in the dark, when there is nothing other than deep, blank blindness. In those times, I stumble and mumble and clamor to see my why clear even though I know there is no path for me to follow.

And then there are times when I, not even of my own volition, scratch and claw and shimmy up to a higher place where I can see something of such magnificence that it gives me a tiny respite that all will be well—no, in fact, all will be just the marvelous way I intended things to be.

Yours In Making Your Way, Regardless,
Tammy Tenacious

One Comment on "Sunday Secret"

  1. I love that photo. And yes, all will be fine.