Random

The words come slowly these days. Perhaps it is because I feel their mundane repetition will be a bore. A broken record that no one, not even me, really wants to hear.

The steady heart beat of life moves rhythmically onward. Regardless of my desire to speed it up, push the rewind button or all out bail. It would seem this train is on a track moving forward and there is simply no going back.

The spiritual bruises I have been acquiring lately make me feel like a three year old learning to ride a bike. I have band aides all over.