Day: it begins. Will it be filled with love and promise? With caring and sharing? Or will it be desolate, filled with cold. Will storm clouds, Thunder and lightning define the day; or Will it be love that

May your rest be blessed, May your night be free of fright. Let all things slide from your mind As it wanders into the Night. The day is done, labors are ended, Know that you are surrounded by peace. When

Photo: 11/2016 at Amsterdam forest 03/2011-Journal entry Over Coming I took a walk through a small forest in New Jersey. My little adventure started by walking along a narrow but long stream. Shortly