And if we poison our children with hatred, then a hard life is all that they ll know. It s part of a song by Nanci Griffith. It came to me at a time when I needed to know. I needed to know why we are still here doing what we re doing, believing that there is a life that is not so hard. It s the people that don t have to be so hard.
Life just is.
Like a blank piece of canvas or a snow covered hill that s not yet been touched. Its what we do with it that makes it our life. We can dance across the canvas with colorful images of the dreams we want to remember, we can sketch shadows that imply light, we can fill it with words. We can ride down the hill on a sled, we can make snow angels or snow people. Or we can wait for someone else to make a mark.