When I pause to create an entry to share, often my heart is throbbing with guilt. The day is not going as it should. My little ship is rapidly approaching the Falls, which I am sure to tumble over, just as soon as lunch is finished. Honestly, I don’t know how I manage to write anything at all, sometimes.
But of pink magnolias, and blue skies, I have no doubts. They will always, always be more than I can see at once. I can crane my neck and hold my breath and never know for sure, until it is too late to try again. Failure is almost guaranteed. But it is my truest pleasure to keep trying.