Thoughts left behind

I process best through writing.  Often as I sit it seems as though my fingers have a mind of there own and as I write I find myself agreeing with the words on the screen as if a veil has been removed and suddenly my thoughts are clear.  And so here I process, my raw exposed heart pored out to you dearest boys, flesh of my flesh and heart of my heart.  I leave these thoughts after I am done with them in hopes that some day you can maybe understand my heart a bit more and possibly even learn from it.

Hear, my son, your father's instruction and do not forsake your mother's teaching; Indeed, they are a graceful wreath to your head and ornaments about your neck.

~ Proverbs 1:8-9