Dad. Thoughts on leadership, society & business. Also occasionally art, fantasy fiction and general mischief.
Sometimes laughter I had was acerbic. I hated it. But it was a reflection of the pain in my soul.
As I heal I laugh a bit lighter. Anxious like a deer, with trepidation about the result – but a bit lighter.
Someone asked me what I pray about so I thought I could share this prayer:
I pray you have a good day.
I pray you get what you enjoy.
It gets me every time,
I think I’m smarter by half,
Deciding my gifts with head not heart.
Oops that gypsy spell got me again.
Intellectual tin man that I am.