It's the folks that depend on us for this and for the other that we most do miss.
Nature's music is never over; her silences are pauses, not conclusions.
Saddle your dreams before you ride em.
The past is only the present become invisible and mute; and because it is invisible and mute, its memorized glances and its murmurs are infinitely precious. We are tomorrow's past.
Give me good digestion, Lord, And also something to digest; but where and how that something comes I leave to Thee, who knoweth best.
Saddle your dreams afore you ride 'em.
