Redemption and Forgiveness

During our short stay with life, the most unforgiving enemy is ourselves. Our missteps stain our souls and regardless of effort we seemingly can't remove the ugly tint.  As a result, we seek redemption which is endlessly lingering on the horizon and never an inch closer regardless of effort. 

In truth, life is not a reconstruction of the past but a construction of the present. Our lives pass as pages in a sketchbook.  On each day we decide the beauty of the page until our book is finished. The present page is the page which requires our ink. 

A Day of Nothing

Today, I did nothing except watch the trees sway in the wind....and leach a cup of coffee. 

Fall is so much more than beautiful swaying tress sending away their leaves. The descending leaves surrender their scents to the autumn wind.  

Harvesting scents, the wind roams thousands of woods and caresses millions of trees.  The aroma of fall has waged a long jounery to reach our doorstep.  We should at least pause on a crisp morning to consider and enjoy the gift that is lovingly placed on our doorstep.