Bliss, pardoned.

Pardon my bliss and blissful blinders.

I’m always so thankful, appreciative and grateful, that, one joy fits all: from waking to the sound of a bird chirping; a climb, a fall, that great beneficial call.

It’s all the same.

I never cry or complain.

But today, I cried. And asked in the Creator’s name:

“Continue to shield me from the all and every that I see-is nothing but perilous to me. Keep my head, my heart and my hands aligned, and in line, with my feet forward-going forward…Please.”

Today I cried with the rain outside.

Today, I cried like the rain outside.

Usually the big girl who asks for nothing, just enjoys the ride.

Today though, I put my foot on the brake, and I cried.

-Angela.