I often wonder if the demons sang or the Gods cried on the day I was born. I made my appearance into this world during a time of contradiction and confusion, summer of 1969. It was an era of free love, the hippie counter-culture, flower power, and peace. But, it was also a summer full of chaos, exclusion and war. A perfect representation of my life to be.
Its been said that "much pain can come from joy," I would have to concur. For all that has brought me joy has too, caused me pain.
It takes great courage for me to share of my pains, rehash the hardships and suffering. It would be so much easier to boast about the good times. Yet, for me to speak of one and not the other, would defy one of my many purposes. An obvious God given purpose. So, I choose to share both as a reminder to myself and others of the strength within us and the hope that can carry us through.