Life goes, and goes....and goes.

Life goes on. Yay! Though I am growing very tired of not being able to do the things I love, I see and learn to love the things I before took for advantage. Such simple things like a good book, to more complex things like life, love and the mystery of life. I now see more fully how lovely these things are. How much I long to show the rest of the world happiness, and how much I want to take the pain from underserving (of pain) people.

I love the sound of a cello. Its hum can take my thoughts, good or bad, far away. It allows me to escape from the pressures of life. Even if only for a short time, I am grateful for the break that lovely sound sometimes offers. I should learn how to play...

When I see the horses, out in the pasture, being horses I cannot resist going out to join them. His ears prick up as I call his name into the wind for him. He trots to me with his head up, seemingly searching for the apple I always try to hide (though his nose always finds). His warm, soft and smelling of grass breath brushes my face and I feel at peace with the world. I love that...

Well, take care all and please keep in touch. I miss y'all.

-Aidan