Musing from a contemplative mind....

Do you remember when going to the mailbox was an exciting adventure? As a child hoping that there was something for you, as a teenager yearning for love letters and acceptance letters from colleges. Now the mail is just a frustrating reminder that IT is there to serve the needs of creditors and those who wish to compel me to be dissatisfied with what I have... But once in a great while letters of love come and it reminds me why I still go to the mailbox.