The Flannel

Working my way through a little valley today. Lots of detours to disrupt the flow. But there hanging on the wall was a reminder of things past, and a wake-up to embrace the moment at hand. A single blue flannel from my father's closet was the trigger. It sparked a renewed energy for climbing the short distance that I'd tumbled. Call it a little visual therapy. Love you Pop. 

Pray on,
Eddy