Now, to love, is an art. To look deeply into each person we meet and see the form of greatness that lies within requires an artist’s eye. To be the implement that helps to bring out that form requires an artist’s touch. To blend all of the themes of a life into symphony requires an artist’s ear.
There are times when the picture is fuzzy, the plot doesn’t make any sense, your heart is broken and you can’t even find the right word to complete the last stanza with a beautiful picture and a fitting rhyme.
The day Johnny Cash died, “I taught the weeping willow how to cry.” It would be hard for me to underestimate the influence this man and his… Read more “Happy Birthday, Mister Cash”