One night while sitting round the camp fire, a large group we were, a white bearded old man joined us as we told stories round the fire. With each story told the old man laughed so hard tears began to flow. When it came his turn to tell a story all he could say was “tonight was my night, and tomorrow my reign, so sleep tight youngens for tomorrow’s storm will soon end”.
We just looked at him as he got up to leave with a twist of lemon taste to our faces. It wasn’t till some time later a few of us began laughing so hard it brought tears of joy to our eyes.
The others still sat with a puckered look, now looking at us trying to figure out what became of us. All I can say is “you must experience it for yourself to know the truth to the story. Some are taken while others aren’t. May you walk with simplicity in your life as it fades into the western sky and a new dawn raises a new life from within”?
Questioning one’s life, even if you don’t think you get an answer, wait a awhile and watch, answers come, sometimes if you listen closely to what another says, the question you asked the answer is given, other times the answer just comes from deep within. It is like a well of knowledge, a spring of water that rises up to you the listener, it is up to you if you believe the answer or not. The truth comes from your heart your mixing bowl. Add a twist of lemon and the saltiness may not be so overbearing. If that doesn’t work for you just shake your head in disbelief and laugh, for humor is like a deep root that can bring a smile to ones face.