I am but one of many women from California who have "fallen on hard times... (to find my "Self") living with friends." [Reference: The Pueblo Chieftain "NATION BRIEFS" Saturday (Page 4A)] I have just read about IT, the horror (i.e. terror) with which we are all faced and against which we all do perpetual battle. Our fear of authority and hatred of regulation have produced confusing headlines and sound bytes that have all but extinguished the Sacred Fire.
I have just spent the morning at the Barista with two of many men who have provided the music that helps me to savor the flavor of Beauty and Awe in hard times. One of them (Luc, pronounced Luke as in the name of the physician) played IT on the strings of a guitar. The other ("O") spoke IT with the Word that describes the "Spirit of the Rope."
I awoke one morning before dawn. Death and trauma weighed heavily on a heart that had been broken even as I was born in the Fall of 1942. Conceived and born in Love, this made no sense.
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