Change,….whispered, my patient higher power. Her whispers graduated to, Suggestion, morphed into Begging, then outright humiliating pleading, and with all earnestness, I ignored, tuned out, and placed blame. She had enough….her lesson that followed. Well, it’s been catastrophic.

In October 2014 I started, slowly, painfully, yawning. Waking from my slumber. The angel, “Swami” offered his guidance, I resisted. As the story goes.

“Swami” offered the next insight that prepared me for the road that lies ahead.

“No excuses” 

“Yesterday is gone, tomorrow, isn’t promised. All you have is now, this moment. Be thankful for your scars, you are lucky enough to be alive so you can bear them.”