Each life, like a crazy quilt wall built of brick and stone.
Some, solid and stolid with purpose and strength.
Others, a patchwork of experiences each bringing flavor and beauty.
This day a brick, or perhaps a lucky random stone, lending it's own
flare to the structure.
In the end, we are what we build, and what we allow to be layered into our own construction. We each have the power to include and exclude, tear down and build up our own individual wall.
Some of us, some lucky few of us.... have the fortune to blend
our handiwork with another's, melding strengths and loves
till the joining together brings something wondrous and lasting, without peer and beyond the ken of most.
Some very, very few of us.
2 comments:
This sounds like someone who is content and happy in life.
On the path Jean.... I've tasted it.
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