Ever think how our lives are so much like the wind? One day it blows from one direction the next a different one. Our emotions are very much like that, one day we are going along then Wham! A change comes. Days will go on with a certain feeling, then it changes, we are so much like the wind, we never remain in one area.

The Winds Of Change

The wind of change blows through our lives, bringing many changes

The North wind blows icy winds, and our lives it rearranges.

The East winds blows turmoil, bringing unsettled emotions to bear

The West wind blows moisture, with many tears to share.

But the South wind blows warm, a healing to our life

Easing up the pain of a broken heart of strife.

Wind from all direction brings a mixture into our lives, blowing on the wind of change

Some are gaunt and icy, some warm and healing, they come in every range.

If the North wind blows upon your life today

Hold on, a wind of change is coming, waiting to blow healing gentle winds your way.




“In order to experience the rainbow, we must first survive the storm.”

I got this in my inbox…

‘It was a busy morning, about 8:30 a.m., when an elderly gentleman in his 80’s arrived to have stitches removed from his thumb. He said he was in a hurry as he had an appointment at 9:00 a.m. I took his vital signs and had him take a seat, knowing it would be over an hour before someone would be able to see him. I saw him looking at his watch and decided, since I was not busy with another patient, I would evaluate his wound.

On exam, it was well healed so I talked to one of the doctors, got the needed supplies to remove his sutures and redress his wound. While taking care of his wound, I asked him if he had another doctor’s appointment this morning as he was in such a hurry. The gentleman told me no, that he needed to go to the nursing home to eat breakfast with his wife.

I inquired as to her health. He told me that she had been there for awhile and that she was a victim of Alzheimer’s disease. As we talked, I asked if she would be upset if he were a bit late. He replied that she no longer knew who he was, that she had not recognized him in five years now.

I was surprised and asked him, “And you still go every morning, even though she doesn’t know who you are?”

He smiled as he patted my hand and said, “She doesn’t know me, but I still know who she is.”

I had to hold back tears as he left, I had goose bumps on my arm, and thought, “That is the kind of love I want in my life.”

True love is neither physical nor romantic. True love is an acceptance of all that is, has been, will be, and will not be.’

‘Oh, by the way, peace is seeing a sunset and knowing who to thank.

The happiest people don’t necessarily have the best of everything; they just make the best of everything they have.


Life isn’t about how to survive the storm, but how to dance in the rain.’