A limb, and me out on it.

Well folks, sometimes life gets hard.

Here is something I wrote when life did that, once upon a time.

It helped me then and it still does.  It might be good for other people too.

As the branch creaks ominously under my weight, I realize this post might lose some people, but I hope not.

So, here's to variety.

he found his soul in forgiveness:

he forgave all those who caused him to hurt

the weather and then the earth

for their extremities

then his family

for the cracks in their mortar

his own body as it pained while moving

or lying still

and then most importantly

stunning himself

he forgave his own mind

for its failures of memory and coherence

and at that he realized

he was not any of these things

yet he loved them all

Short stories coming soon.