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| "Afternoon Shadows", acrylic, by George Lockwood |
Driving
on the interstate this morning, we passed through many shadows of trees across
the road, and it started me wishing I could pass through my concerns and
worries as smoothly and easily. Truth is, worrisome thoughts have no more solidity
than shadows. They are like wispy winds of the mind, having less substance and
shape than breezes blowing across lawns. The worries that wander into my life would
wander right out again if I saw them for what they are – flimsy and frail cerebral
shapes, no stronger than shadows across the interstate.
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