I feel the drummer in my chest pounding out rhythms hoping that we’ll all dance. We’ve become so wrapped in fog that when we look out we don’t see creation, but limitatation… the drummer pounds away… we are all keeping time to the break beats of heaven, if we pause and listen, listen… I am not telling you to believe in God, but if you believe in the glory of your own beautiful life, dance to the beat of your drummer… pain always fades, the wind will always brush away the fog, stop lioving in tomorrows that keep you planted like a wall flower at the prom of your eternal being, just be… be silly, be funny, be happy, be spontaneous, be..here… now…