No Golden Day

My heart was reminded of this in the wee morning hours:
There is no "Golden Day."

Then I questioned: Am I forgetting? Or am I letting go?
And I questioned again.
Can I live my stories rather than talk about them?
Who really wants to listen anyway?
We have these stories...precious to us. Where do we go with them?
Maybe we have lost the art of Listening.

Just for a moment, drop below the story line.
Please.
Meet me there; the place beyond words.
Love.
Love.
Love.




Altered Photo
Old Fashioned Cut & Paste
Created by my friend, Deb
1999-ish (or even older)