If only Viola Athaide rings in echoes through life’s landscape big and small regrets whining loud and clear now slowly trailing to a whimper. The past flashes by in lost moments of climbing hairpin turns and spinning downward in frayed feelings like faded ribbons of yester year. If only we could escape stumbling into ruts of dogged darkness the quiet teardrops of felt pain, carefully walking forward avoiding glossy wrapped distractions. Life is so full of ‘if-only’ for all seeking to drop the heavy burden of wallowing negativity moving to new horizons being thankful for simple acts of kindness. I cast aside those wasted thoughts of words left unsaid and deeds undone. Regrets are really pointless emotions rolling on a tide of disappointment. The lessons learned are luminous. Whispers of hope fill the air once overcast with stale clouds, for the Almighty has raised me up* on eagle’s wings made me to shine like the sun and holds me in the palm of his hand. """"""""""" * Reference to Psalm 91