Time Heals All Wounds

They say that time heals all wounds.  I’ve lived on this earth long enough to know that there’s some truth to this statement.  Does that mean that I’ve developed the patience required to wait out this healing period without griping, moaning, crying, lashing out, and feeling, at times, utterly alone on this sometimes arduous journey?  No.  Of course not.

Anyone that knows me, knows that I’m a very vocal person.  I don’t internalize emotions and I’m pretty lousy at trying to conceal them, especially from the people closest to me.  One look, and pretty much anyone who knows me knows when something’s not right.  One look, and they can see the sadness, or happiness, or fear, or delight in the world dancing in my eyes.  One look, and they can tell if everything is right in my world, or if it’s all off balance and dangling just on the precipice of disaster and gloom and doom.  One look.

So if time truly does heal all wounds, as they say it does, then in time, I should be as right as rain one day, hopefully in the near future.  Until then, I apologize for the lapse in blogging to the handful of people out there who enjoy reading my thoughts.  It’s Spring up here on the mountain and we’ve got all kinds of things going on to write about and photograph.  I’ll hopefully be sharing more very soon.

Until then, I’ll be waiting on time….