There have been days of rain, gray unending around here. This is the time I know to find the gold...seek the light. There was a time when nothing would sink my spirits quicker than a gray day. I am so grateful that I've learned I have a choice...whatever is happening, or appears to be happening, I have a choice in my response to it.
Sunk spirits or light and laughter?...choose ye this day. The gray day is, let it be. We find the light within. In order to do that, we turn our thoughts away from the rain, the gray, and we just envision sunshine, roses, laughter....
OR: Batkid in the City...and the citizens of the City of Love still bringing it! I can live on that if I live to be 200. All of us who left our hearts in San Francisco sure saw them put to good use, didn't we? I joyed in the fact that my heart was right there with them for him...ah, the beat goes on!
Days of rain, gray unending...pish-tosh! I've got my glory days...1967, the summer of love...alive in my heart again.
Thank you.
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