It is cold in the neighborhood this morning. A chill factor of 12 degrees. We had our plants deadheaded just in time. What happens today is not something that happens every day. Things change. The cold of winter will yield to warmer temperatures later this week. The grey clouds will part to a sunny blue sky. What seems terrible and dire may turn into hope and dreams.

The Old Man was a poor boy from a poor family. Often sold short in terms of his abilities. Underserved and marginalized by the success of his peerage. Underestimated and assumed simple by vocation. After all, there were the movers and the shakers. The Hare danced and skipped around the Tortoise laughing and pointing. Perhaps the Old Man was lazy or slow of purpose, the crowd wondered. Regardless of the mean words or silly jokes, the Old Man smiled and returned good for evil. A churchwoman said that she had a dream where the Old Man was supervising many of his detractors in a business. The Old Man was a success and a catalyst in helping many forgotten people become successful.

The Tortises walked one deliberate step at a time. Their Guardian Angel could see the future. The race is not always to the swift and strong but to the determined.

The call goes forth, Come to me, you who are weak and heavily laden, and I will give you rest. Life is full of changes. Peace and love are always the answers. Perception is not reality. Reality resides in the heart of the misunderstood and marginalized.