Go into the woods and tell your story to the trees. They are wise standing in their folds of silence among white crystals of rock and dying limbs. And they have time. Time for the swaying of leaves, the floating down, the dust. They have time for gathering and holding the earth about their feet. Do this. It is something I have learned. How they will bend down to you so softly. They will bend down to you and listen.
Funny Lady my dearest friend, Thanks again for your sweet comment and the beautiful card you posted. It is highly appreciated. You really are such a loving & caring soul. I thank you for being so wonderful a friend. Be happy always my dear.