Pause here to catch your breath, weary traveler.

I remember my dad when he was my age. From the view of a 9yr old he was strong, had all the answers, and nothing could stop him.

As I reflect on myself at this age I feel like I could fit that bill. My kids world is still the family unit. Their friends while important don't rule their conscious moments and my kids are still free from a world where hate or manipulation could occur. I cherish these days of hugs and great wondering pondering.

I can't hold on to this, no more than my father did. So this is my season and there is much haste for the hay I wish to make. I feel the hope that so many have lost. Every one of you here drinks from that fountain of peace I hope it fills you and you find your season.

Carpe diem