There are a million wonderful people. They surround us. Those to fight endlessly for that which is right, that which is needed and that which makes the rest of us happy. There are people who have such influence without intention. Those who make us laugh, cry, feel secure. They may not be the smartest, richest or most sucessfull. As they continue to wander in and out of our lives I can not even say that they are exceptional. But they are as wonderful and as special as we allow them to be.

If we take the time to get to know each other it soon becomes apparent that we all have a story to tell. We all have something invaluable to offer. The only thing we are missing is the lust and the time to delv a little deeper. The greatest sorrow is that we slip into routine and in routine there is little need to extend our feelers and build a new network. The greatest tragedy is that when we sink into the routine regime it is easy to forget how simply wonderful the people around us make us feel.

As creative people, most of us are undeniably poor at producing something which express the positive spectrum of feelings we experience.  When I read through my diary it’s clear. I don’t write when I am happy. Life is good. I go to bed with a smile on my face. The sickness that lurks in the bottom of a stressed stomach, the knotted muscles of insomnia. They are what spur heartfelt output.

Knowing this to be the case I can only say how unexpectedly easy life has been. How unbelievably happy I have been these past few months.

Thank you!