Sorry for that display of frustration...hope that it was not too unacceptable. Today, I am just trying to get my head on strait enough to pull all the pictures I shared back together. I displayed many on this site...so, I am so glad I was a sharer person. Is that even a word.

Thanks...for reading with a listening heart. Before my mother died, she asked me how anything could just be erased from the computer...since she had been blind about fourty years...it was difficult to explain. "Till, I remembered she had given my oldest son a magnetic writing toy that lined up the iron dust...made lines. I forgot the name of it. Anyway, the lines were there until one shook the toy writing board...and then it was gone. Never to be recalled in perfection again. Just like the days of our lives...all in order...we fall asleep and it is gone...days, months, years...and lifetimes...gone...in the blink of an eye...

We must live on a magnetic board in space...just present until something or someone shakes us and then we are gone. Oh, the furniture and gifts remain...all the tangibles remain. Their molecules are not so fragile, I suppose.

Life on the other hand is our body constantly changing chemical after chemical...never stopping. We actually glow from this movement...our eyes shine from the changes...still, we are destined to stop moving, fading into the past where even our names are lost...more important our personalities and spirits are lost to those who shared them.

We never own a soul except our own.

More into the mind later...I am a little down...but, I must move forward. NV