am the one who is awake, early. am the one who begins to read Wondering Who You Are (by Sonya Lea), a book given to my friend by her son.
each of us being one who creates a myth, who lives a legend, who travels near and far to get to where he/she is.
each of us a trailblazer and a cautionary tale to others who witness and follow and keep on trucking, or not.
it is a special thing, is it not, to be a human being?
it is a strange and wondrous thing, is it not? it can be great good fortune and/or it can be death delivered slowly.
it can be an infinite number of things. it can be next to nothing.
it can bring you everything you needed, everything you might have wanted if you had known what you wanted. it can bring you nothing but heartaches.
we learn so much...don't we? we lose so much...don't we?
we are left so much by those who leave us behind, and we leave it all behind when we go, as we must.
carol tells a story. she is 86 and i am 88 and i am rubbing her feet as she is dying. i grieve her passing, for a time, and meet a sweet woman with whom i have a loving relationship. then i am lying down, quietly, and am meditating, and i die.
each of us being one who creates a myth, who lives a legend, who travels near and far to get to where he/she is.
each of us a trailblazer and a cautionary tale to others who witness and follow and keep on trucking, or not.
it is a special thing, is it not, to be a human being?
it is a strange and wondrous thing, is it not? it can be great good fortune and/or it can be death delivered slowly.
it can be an infinite number of things. it can be next to nothing.
it can bring you everything you needed, everything you might have wanted if you had known what you wanted. it can bring you nothing but heartaches.
we learn so much...don't we? we lose so much...don't we?
we are left so much by those who leave us behind, and we leave it all behind when we go, as we must.
carol tells a story. she is 86 and i am 88 and i am rubbing her feet as she is dying. i grieve her passing, for a time, and meet a sweet woman with whom i have a loving relationship. then i am lying down, quietly, and am meditating, and i die.
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