Clouds come floating into my life, no longer to carry
rain or usher storm, but to add color to my sunset sky.
-Rabindranath Tagore
What a blessing to have lived this long.
To understand the sentiment behind the words.
To have loved and lost. To have witnessed strength
and faith through suffering. To be the custodian
of healthy charming children. To acknowledge the
blessings of our daily life.
Out of suffering have emerged the strongest souls;
the most massive characters are seared with scars.
Khalil Gibran
I am convinced, to know the height of joy, we
must experience the depth of anguish.
Above all things strive for peace and comfort in your home.
