I was just readng a blog of a very old and dear friend of mine, i was about one perfect morning he had and i thought to my self...I remeber having a moment like this once. sad isnt it?.. in 29 years.. one moment.. when i can remeber the breeze on my shoulders..dancingover my collarbones..and the scent of clover and dandelions with their sweet aroma filling my head.. a moment of clarity... i remeber thinking.. is this what it feels like to be happy? are the meds working? For a moment i saw the sunshine for the first time as it kissed every blade of grass...colors of jade and celery... as i gazed in the rearveiw mirror at my children.. it was as if i was seeing their angellic faces for the first time.. gifts of beauty and innocence bestowed to me.... i smiled and told them i loved them..and saw the joy on their faces..and then like the waters of baptisum my tears in all their salty sweetness for one moment seemd to was things anew. In that moment i knew i was loved... purpose.... at last..purpose
