Lest I be accused of polishing the already shiny moments of our time here in the mountains, I must be honest. Where there is light, there is also darkness- times when we pray for the refrain of not good enough to loosen its kudzu grip on our ankle. Pray to turn a deaf ear to its insistent whispers of if only or you should. Pleading with fate to roll the dice once again in hopes they will land sunny side up- for the tides to turn. But, alas this is life and where there is joy there is also deep sorrow.
At my office here in the tiny library on the main street of Saluda, listening to the children murmuring over library books and the older woman at the counter recounting the local lore to every unsuspecting soul who happens to return a DVD on this rainy listless day I feel my spirits already lifting. So take heart dear ones, ( I say this as much to myself as to you all) if you feel heavy or not so good, remember this too shall pass.