Words

When you hear words that hurt, distract, or disappoint, at minimum, a silent whisper of gratitude is due the soul who unwittingly risked friendship with a spiritual giant, so that you might sooner understand that words needn't ever hurt, distract, or disappoint.

I love a rainy night

But, my dog, not so much. He acts all tough, but then he hides under my desk and sits on my feet. 
What is it about the primal things. Listening to rain, watching a fire, feeling a breeze, having you hands in dirt, that feels so right?
They seem to go right to a special place in my brain, maybe soul, that other experiences don't or cannot. For the knowledge that these things will always be available to me, I am grateful.

I think the Universe is trying to teach me to trust. Or, at least have some Faith. Why is this such a hard lesson?

"Offer your emotion a cup of tea, but you don't have to ask it to stay"

Beautiful evening on the lake.