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  • Walking in the sand
    Thinking of things, adventures in my mind
    Of tall ships that sailed across the ocean wide
    They won't wait for me
    See how they glide away so gracefully
    And with tomorrow, what will become of me?
    It leaves me so much to explain
    That's the start of our guessing game

    There are times when I think I've found the truth
    There are times when I know that I'm wrong
    And the days when I try to hide my fears
    Blessed the days when I'm feeling strong
    Bless the days when I'm feeling strong

    Wonder why we try so hard
    Wonder why we try at all
    You wonder why the world is turning around
    When, in the end it won't matter at all?

    Ray Thomas, from the Moody Blues' "Our Guessing Game"
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    I've always loved the lyrics to this song. They just speak to me in a way that really resonates, especially on days like today. There are days when everything seems to be right where it should be, and you can see and feel how all is right with the universe, despite appearances to the contrary. Then, there are days where you really have to wonder. You remember the words that you felt when it all seemed so right, and while you know, deep inside, that they are true - you have to wonder. With eyes wide open, sometimes it's just too hard not to, wonder.

    Even still, days like these, keeping your eyes open to it all, you still hang onto the words, and know that sooner or later, you will feel what they represented again. On days like these, sometimes you just do what you know you need to do, and trust that what you need will be there, when you need it.
  • Some days, the only thing to do is to take a walk on the beach, or down the street, or by a river, or in the woods, and wonder. There will not always be answers. More often than not, there won't be. Just wander, and wonder.

    But, you still move forward, with eyes open, ears to the ground, ready for whatever it is that comes next.

    Or, just simply, ready to be here, now, in this moment. This might just be what was next.

    It might be that all I am supposed to be doing, right now, is breathe. Maybe there is nothing else to do or be.

    O.K. That's not too hard to do.

    Breathe in ....1, 2, 3, 4. Hold it. Now, breathe out....4,3,2,1

    That counts for something. Hey, I'm alive! I can breathe!

    Sure beats the hell out of the alternative!
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