Just be.

Just be.

Thursday, October 6, 2011

the bicyclist virtue

Where does hope come from?

It must come from beyond time itself. Hope rises from the very mind of God, and life would not be life without it. Respect those lost in despair because it is the coward who hides in delusion.

 photo taken 10-4-11
As I began my walk and felt the cool, still air on my face; a women said her good byes to her fellow cyclist. "It is a beautiful day to be alive!" A broad smile came to my face and hope manifest itself over the still waters of White Rock Lake.



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