I stand in awe of life's predisposition for imploding, swiftly morphing into a churning, perilous vortex that mankind is hard-pressed to navigate, let alone survive. Maintaining a foothold and emerging from the gales unscathed seems wholly contingent upon survivors' personal philosophies, capacity for tolerance, and coping skills. Without these, the vortex becomes the portal to a toxic black void, and man stands naked in the spiralling eddy, awaiting the final flush.

The mission of this journal is to examine life issues that precipitate the storms and seek out the balms that soothe the wounds they inflict. It is my fervent hope that philosophically autopsying life issue outcomes will provide comfort in the midst of chaos and a keenly longed-for measure of inner peace.

Bear in mind, dear Reader, that the thoughts to follow are only musings and by no means assertions of right or wrong. They are but a reflection of one soul's yearning to ascend from the roots of life to its flowering branches and taste of the fruits found therein. How, if at all, savory their flavors are deemed to be and whether or not they become a staple in one's spiritual diet is left to each reader's own palate.

The journey thus begins...

WOW! You certainly have a way with words Kelly!

I don't know what this is about, has a father killed his daughter?

How are you dear?

Oh my god what a BEAUTIFUL Poem! It gave me goose bumps!

And HAPPY BIRTHDAY Kelly!!!

May the force be with you!

hey sweets, I just heard about this. I hope you recover really fast! Will be thinking about you. Keep us updated please!

Amen, sister! *high five*

Heeeeeeeey!!! Welcome to the "Being in constant pain sucks Club" !

I'm sorry this happened to you, I really know how you feel and it's no fun, it IS kind of an adventure though, a rough one, but still.

I'm trying to add this crap to my "I'm strong enough to handle any shit life throws at me" collection of challenges to overcome list. When we leave this world we are going to be a couple of major strong angels.

Oh.......

Your Garden sounds wonderful!

That's horrible that they did that after this man saved the woman from harm. I may have to think first before visiting.another McBullshits store.

Don't hate me for this one, but as for the bell ringers, it is rather annoying sometimes. If I've donated when seeing them in front of the market, then again at the post office, and then again at another place, I get a little tired of it. I see your point though.

Everything is about money these days.

When I use to ride the bus everywhere, there was a man waiting to get on. His ticket had just expired, and he was short some change. It was late in the evening and he wasn't near a bank either. The bus driver would not let him on the bus. I wanted to pay for him, but the driver wouldn't let me and drove away I was a bit disenchanted. . This man was working man. Where's the hospitality and where's the people willing to give a hand?

I reported it but of course they have their rules.