The beauty of caring, isn't so much in being the one cared for, or about even. For the beauty of caring is how it reminds me of my own humanity, and grace. And as the world spins presently underneath us, that's a good feeling that can't be readily packaged, and/or found locally!
Anyhoo, busy is what you do, and I'm sure your life's still a hand full right now, but, maybe one day, when you've backed away from those flashing lights that blind you still, I know you'll find more than enough time to share a moment and that hug, which will warm more than both of our lives.
Me, I'll continue to live with the eagerness which keeps us both tethered, though disconnected in this moment, for I know the future awaits us, in the distance unseen!
So be blessed my busy one.
And yes, I miss your voice(words) too....
About Me
- Edward Thomas
- More than just a Man, but also, a human being as well; Me, I'm just as often found @ the center of the struggle, but never as someones absent minded follower. True enough, I love my Mother, and though I'm eager to be perfect, I actually prefer to be nice, than have my own way! When asked, my closest friends would say that I am often in the company of the wind: The Wind(a dear friend of mine since birth) and I are often near and around you, and though, we're not always seen or felt near you, it's always better understood within you. Odd I know, but true nonetheless. True, not unlike the truth contained withing the thought of me flying would appear, but then again, when the wind wills, well, often I've awoken in strange places and had to patiently await his return, so as to get back home again. Luckily, he never lingers long, for it's hard enough explaining my discernment (of)to people. Imagine the after shock of a early morning phone call from Cleveland???
