Dr. Richardson's blog

To be surprised, to wonder, is to begin to understand...

 When I was eight I had a diary, a very special book with a key, that I kept hidden under my bed. All my wishes and dreams went into that little red book and I wrote in that diary with words of endearment punctuated by exclamation points, underlies and a variety of colors from by big box of colored pencils. My little diary became my best friend. I kept a diary for many years.

 In my last "blog" I wrote about visions and plans. With life, the unexpected is to be expected, so we can expect that having a plan and visions will not always go according to "plan". We can be OK with that. We expect things to be permanent and stable. Not necessarily so! We accept the myth that, if only we could keep things as we want them to be by "doing everything right", that we will find a safe, secure, and comfortable place to spend the rest of our lives. For the most part,it is the uncertainty that scares us.

On the first lightening of dawn, up from the meadow where it has slept, the small brown Skylark begins its climb. Up,up in ever widening circles, the lark flies skyward until it disappears from sight. But all the while, although the bird cannot be seen, a flood of melodious song comes pouring down. Each day carries the promise of a new beginning.