I have undying faith that someday soon I will pick up the pieces of my shattered heart.
I went to Epcot last weekend. At first, the idea of going to an amusement park alone seemed preposterous. Then, about five miles down the road, that OTHER voice crept in….
While I walk the streets of this little neighborhood with its manicured lawns in the middle of the otherwise inhospitable swamplands of inland Florida, all of the sudden, that pesky question rears its head: Where the hell am I, anyways?
As I write this, Hurricane Matthew has already descended upon Haiti, causing massive destruction and suffering, and soon Cuba and the rest of the area will be pummeled with this Category 4.
The sun came out then and the little spot amongst the pines where I sat on a stone looking out at the meadow opened up to me. All became alive- a living community of nature!