Sorrow is something we all experience at one point or another.

An addiction to anything is bad.

How many possibilities are there?

A Poem comparing wolves and humans…Painting by Pam Moeck.

It would be nice to think there is something after death.

You always reap what you sow.

An allegory about faith and trusting in God in all things.

It is the people who are left behind after someone dies that hurt the most.

Out enjoying the country and the scenery that it provides, being enlightened with clearing of the mentation and any inner strife. Letting loose and letting go running through the fields and over the hills, walking barefoot in the dirt, and the streams and branches cool and clear.

Another look at a small town and a blind man who lived there.