It Is Always Hard To Hear The

A Holiday Gives One A Chance To Look Backward And Forward; To Reset Oneself By An Inner Compass.

How Much Hope, Expectation, And Sheer Hard Work Goes Into The Smallest Success! There Is No Being Sure Of Anything Except That Whatever Has Been Created Will Change In Time.

In The Middle Of The Night, Things Well Up From The Past That Are Not Always Cause For Rejoicing--the Unsolved, The Painful Encounters, The Mistakes, The Reasons For Shame Or Woe. But All, Good Or Bad, Give Me Food For Thought, Food To Grow On.

For Me The Moral Dilemma This Past Year Has Been How To Make Peace With The Unacceptable.

In The Country Of Pain We Are Each Alone.