Oh how I struggle to have faith in the natural process (of anything…of everything)! Shouldn’t the natural process, in just about any life situation, just happen without so much directed effort on my part? It feels as though sometimes the circumstances of my life take over and wear me out. Then I find that I have to exert a great deal of energy to recover gracefully and maintain that horrible self-defined and most probably unrealistic facsimile of an appropriate respectable life.
Should any natural process be so difficult? Or maybe my expectations of “natural” are just plain un-natural.
"Every Day is a Winding Road" Sheryl Crow