I tilted back in my lounge chair, eyes skyward. I saw the pine trees, the array of needles and small pinecones. They were beautiful and shady; perfect but, sadly, short term. Here today and gone tomorrow. The shape of every tree was unique.
And the sky! It was blue, one of those "on a clear day you can see forever" skies.
The breeze was cool. Birds chirped. Bugs sounded off with synchronized madness.
Everything worked as planned.
Except me?
And maybe (probably) you!
You and I are the ones who have failed to function as created.
And that's just another day on my spiritual retreat to the Arizona mountains.
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