Tuesday, May 04, 2004

Windmills and Dragons

I am NO SAINT. A 'survivor' at best. Some have asked about feelings or why?

Honestly sometimes hate has motivated as much as love. Nobility was lost in the mud long ago.

Maybe a lot of reasons have come and gone in 18 years?

A painting of a battered Don Quixote hangs in my bedroom. ... I think he would have understood.

1 comment:

  1. Ten years or so ago someone taught me that, whatever I felt, I had a right to feel it, whether or not anyone else understood. There is no right or wrong, black or white, just learning to accept those feelings and cope with whatever comes along.  Once again, that man is teaching me by example--by being willing to bare his soul and help others by that sharing.  I'm proud to call that man my friend, and my teacher. Hugs from one "Spice" to another, Red


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