Every wave of sorrow washes up on the shores of gratitude

November 13, 2010. Our cat Tigerlily has died. Eventually every wave of sorrow washes up on the shores of gratitude. I'm like one of those inflatable clown punching bags; gratitude is my solid base that rights me. Q: "So you're God's punching bag? Then why not simply throw in the towel?" A: "What, and give up the fight game?"


"If there is something more powerful than destiny, this must be the human being who bears destiny unshaken."   — Rudolf Steiner



"The hero is he who is immovably centered."   — Emerson

"In the world ye shall have tribulation; but be of good cheer : I have overcome the world."   — John 16:33