How sweet life can taste when all is laid out before you, in life's simplistic, perfect, beauty. Each comforting smell, sight, sound, touch and taste is connected, contributing to the stronghold by which one adheres, knowing that these reinforcements are constant and unchanging. Yet, because these wonderful experiences are bountiful, they become taken advantage of. Their sacredness and meaning can fade with time. Then all is gray, bland, no longer shimmering and pleasant. In the midst of this ungrateful period, one can get caught off guard; for when all that was cherished becomes extinct to the senses, how can life be carried on with meaning?

To stumble back upon wobbly feet, blinded eyes and deaf ears, one requires special aid- a caring soul that can endure life's greatest challenge: teaching one to live anew.  Though at first it seems impossible to taste the same fruit, hear the very same harmony and see the beauty of before, all hope is not lost. For this guardian withholds abundant patience, unending love, faith from within, and trust that all will soon be restored. Slowly, with the slightest shove, they lead this numb soul to take the first step into a new life. With painfully slow progression, the blinded eyes are given sight, for their handicap has been lifted. The dull taste buds once again savor the juices of joy. Songbirds and babbling creeks rejuvenate the muted lobes.  Newly budded lillies and sweet grasses invigorate the remaining sense, now recovered from it's dormancy. As cheeks become flushed and life is recovered, the rehabilitated looks for the teacher only to find themselves. Our heart, our faith, our courage is our guiding force. We are our own mentor when all color fades.


Again I say, all hope is not lost, for it was only ever hiding, waiting for the perfect moment to give birth to this genesis that is today.  Never cease to admire all of the perfection around you, someone flawless and divine created it with just you in mind.