we are in the middle of a spring snow in the rockies. as i steep in some melancholy, there is a query gnawing at my insides. should i stay or should i go? and the answer is not emerging as easily as i’d prefer.
i can’t really determine which lesson i am in the throes of learning. and as is my routine, remaining patient while the truth reveals itself seems a last choice.
begrudgingly, i sti quietly and impatiently, wondering how to discern the mixed messages that my spirit guide is serving up at life’s buffet.
i guess a bit of karen and richard carpenter will set the mood. and maybe melancholy is more meaningful than previously imagined.
i know that karen’s voice certainly is.