Glorious is the tumult of the waves that crash against a vessel, preparing it for the seas of life.

When we walk along the beach and feel the sand beneath our toes and then the surf sends small waves to gently caress our feet; then we smell the saltiness upon the wind; that is when we know that we have come home from whence we came.

Those were glorious times,

Any day above ground is a good one.

The road of life twists and turns and no two directions are ever the same. Yet our lessons come from the journey, not the destination.

Lessons that come easy are not lessons at all. They are gracious acts of luck. Yet lessons learned the hard way are lessons never forgotten.