Layin Your Cares at the Fayte of Jayzzus
I’m staring right down the barrel of yet another Michigan winter. Last winter nearly crushed me both spiritually and physically and this winder will be no less harsh. Every winter for the last 10 years has been a type of Russian roulette, how lucky will you be? Will you make it though this one? Roll the chamber, pull the trigger, see if January comes. If it does, try it again with February. It’s not the darkness, the grey skies and the cold air and snow that strangle my heart – it’s the endless hours of moderating Bethany in a small house in a small town surrounded by a big world. It’s the ever-present sound of screaming, hitting, smashing. It’s the color of a saddened wife, the temperament of a frustrated son and the hopelessly infrequent spurts of laughter and joy. All the “self-actualized” people I meet in life, the ones who speak of balanced diet, meditation, rejuvenation spas, 8 hours of sleep a night, “me time”… they all hold one central theme in mind: to live