Hello, Light Dancers!
As an adult, have you ever sat and watched the dust particles dance in the sunlight? Do you still have the wonder of a child inside of you that allows you to let go of the guilt of having a dusty house and just marvel at the tiny miracle unfolding before your eyes?
dust particles dance
in rays of sunlight streaming
through front room window
Dancing in the Light
Eleven summers ago, I found myself without a career, without any money, and without a clue what I was going to do about it. I was stuck. My wife was suffering from a debilitating bout of depression, leaving me to find a way to support us and our four children on my own.
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