Some days the words are like a wrestling match.
Some days they flow like water over the edge of a cliff, too fast to catch them all.
Some days all of life seems profound, with beauty to be mined in every moment.
Some days it’s head into the wind and muscling through.
Some days there is focus that cannot be sidetracked, and glorious forward motion.
Some days there is nothing but mud spitting under tires.
Some days I wonder if I’m wasting my time.
Some days are a hymn of praise in my heart for knowing, beyond a shred of a doubt, that it is all worthwhile.
Kathleen M. Basi 