When the world is terrible, and it seems, there is no end in sight I do my best to write. I start with sorrow and sadness and penetrating strain. Then I search inwardly to find a purpose to the pain. Once I see the clue I move on to what I must do. I take the bitter and the bad and everything sad, pouring and mixing it into a bowl I make a batter that will soothe the soul.
After its baked I take a taste and help others learn we have no time to waste. No matter how bad we feel there is always a time to playfully squeal. Every bad is a blessing, every laugh a gift, and in the end that is the best tip.