It's been a month since I've written. Wow. There are moments when I feel I have lost myself, in this thing called a 40 hour work week. Moments, pass by, I walk the halls in the facility I work observing those around me. Have I lost myself? No way Jose. I am simply walking my path. These moments, when I feel lost, when I am missing my children, when I am missing being home, I see the good I am doing for these souls living in this facility they call home. I have dreams! I have high hopes! I can see the future sometimes, in perfect harmony with the pulse of life beating before me. This life, this long and precious life, keeps revealing the road that continues to wind and unfold before me. I peer out, sometimes jumping, sometimes slow, and then choose my path. Sunlight fades into the cloud cover of humid night, dipping its head down. Fading into the evening, slow and deliberate, the fireflies dance in the dusk. Reaching out, stretching my fingers, stretching my mind, I feel in my heart the rhythm, the dance and celebration of living, the good and the bad, the wild and the sane. Give it to me, I'll take it all.
