If this is not a place where tears are understood, Then where shall I go to cry? And if this is not a place where my spirit can take wings, Then where shall I go to fly? I don't need another place for trying to impress you With just how good and virtuous I am. I don't need another place for always being on top of things; Everybody knows that it's a sham. I don't need another place for always wearing smiles, Even when it's not the way I feel. I don't need another place to mouth the same old platitudes; Everybody knows that it's not real. So if this is not a place where my questions can be asked, Then where shall I go to seek? And if this is not a place where my heart cry can be heard, Where, tell me where, shall I go to speak? So if this is not a place where tears are understood, Where shall I go, where shall I go to fly? -- Ken Medema
Wooooo Hooooo!!! I got a SHOUT OUT on your blog!!!
ReplyDeleteIt's a WONDER I found it - - - having Wifi "issues" here at the cabin, so feel like I have to computer FAST when I CAN get online.
I'm still chuckling, right out loud, about your "we're snorkling" quip concerning the storm damage (or lack thereof) at your home.
That was funny stuff!!
Hubby tried to take his resume to the clinic you suggested - - - they said they only take them online.