Somewhere, beyond the
sea somewhere, waiting for me is…I have no idea. The best laid plans get
derailed. As someone once said, everyone has a plan until they get hit in the
mouth. Then what will you do? What will you do? There is nothing wrong with
planning but there is always the unexpected. Lightning bolts come out of a
sunny sky and they are just as deadly as ones that come in the middle of a
thunderstorm. Sometimes it happens that way. Our plans melt away like a spring
snow. The sage welcomes the good and accepts the bad.
