When living in the hills of Honduras, I know that steady rain drizzling down at night gives me very muddy water from the tap in the morning. Small things that shift my daily routines!
Tropical sun blazing as the morning unfolds, foretells that soon this day will shrivel my soul with heat. Just one of the challenges that unfold in life as you drift closer to the equator.
It is interesting how our perception of natural things shift from one nation to another, or even one culture to another. Our realities vary!
Yet wounded feelings that flow from hasty words receive global recognition. They warn that I have apologies to make so as to guard what is precious. These crucial decisions must flow from a love for which we all long.
Then there are angry words that accuse and kill. These assaults violate trust and assail every soul. It still amazes me how fear incites all humanity to take death’s scythe to bed with them!
Why is it so easy to forecast consequences in our natural world and yet live with blind eyes in regard to that which binds us into the wonder of belonging?
Author – Bill Tidsbury