Should Life Find Me...
Much has happened since I first started this blog, then abandoned it. Whoa, 't seems like a year ago now. Well, it has been close to a year! In that time, I found my way back to the house of God, and made a commitment this time. I also found my way away from a 13 year marriage. And, more importantly perhaps, but more urgently for sure, in that time I found my life on earth. Only to find she may not care for me the same way I do about her. It's a choice that could go either way, she says, making it sound like I have a 50:50 chance. But in her world of technicalities, the probability is properly calculated at 0.25, not 0.5. It certainly seems right now she doesn't need me the way I devoutly wish she did—the way and as much as I do value time with her as I would a breath or drink of water in my dying moment of thirst. Her initials for the world to know for now, sL. Though I'd much rather scale a mountain top to shout her name in full and different dialects, and proclaim my