My morning runs and swims free me from "forethought[s] of grief," especially with Tawna so close to the veil now. Too many thoughts swirling round. To simply sum up: I'm going to miss her, but she will be free from her failing body--and such freedom will be joyful and relieving.
The Peace of Wild Things
by Wendell Berry
When despair grows in me
and I wake in the middle of the night at the least sound
in fear of what my life and my children's lives may be.
I go and lie down where the wood drake
rests in his beauty on the water, and the great heron feeds.
I come into the peace of wild things
who do not tax their lives with forethought
of grief. I come into the presence of still water.
And I feel above me the day-blind stars
waiting for their light. For a time
I rest in the grace of the world and am free.
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I feel like I'm the flower trying to bloom in snow. --Vienna Teng. OK, I don't really feel like that (toujours), but it's rather poetic, and I aspire to be such. Here you may read about some of the happenings in my life. Love, peace, and happiness to all.
"Sometimes remembering will lead to a story, which makes it forever. That's what stories are for. Stories are for joining the past to the future. Stories are for those late hours in the night when you can't remember how you got from where you were to where you are. Stories are for eternity, when memory is erased, when there is nothing to remember except the story."
--Tim O'Brien
--Tim O'Brien
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