They say rain cleanses the earth. It refreshes the air and before it even hits the ground it can attract tens to hundreds of tiny aerosol particles to its surface. While it falls it literally clears the air of pollutants. One can say the same for tears . . . it cleanses the soul, removing the burden the heart is not meant to carry.
The eye has passed. The whiplash from the opposite winds thrust you as if you are mere weightless paper. The sting, the punch, the gasp of air you want to take in but can’t. And yet, hope finds its way in.
Please note that I’m writing this blog post in response to Ryan’s most recent blog post, “Two Battles, Not One” written
I stood looking at the storm swirling around me knowing that there’s a peace that passes all understanding. I am in the eye of the storm where blustery winds surround me, yet my heart feels calm.
Ryan’s biopsy. . . It was a whisper that helped my heart today. It was the sun rising from the horizon.
(this blogpost was written by Ryan D. Luelf to introduce the cancer journey) Please read carefully & please do not
After so many years of saying, “lets start a blog” we are finally starting one. And in the usual Luelf