Sometimes, the wind serves as a reminder that there's opposition in all things. And that's not only okay -- but, paramount. Truth cannot be conjugated and/or absorbed until such a time that it presents itself without mercy as to its notice. While parodies or excuses of truth might proliferate and abide, honest truth - above guile or mal-intent -- remain. Period.
For truth, of itself, is unchangeable: not for the season, condition, perception, history, emotion, etc.
No, truth exists of its own accord; and, as I've blogged before, wisdom is its advocate. To embrace its gifts and receive such bounty is to release enclaves of blame in favor of perspective and harmony.
Offerings.
Living Joy - This Carman Girl
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