Making IT a "Good" Friday leading US into an Epiphany, I awoke a master teacher, my traveling companion, for some pillow talk. We are two of the many people who have engaged in a communion to reach an imperfect understanding of "The Great Divide" that has emerged (i.e. evolved) in doing "George's Business." We did IT while visiting a National Forest with a mother's ashes.
"IT feels like ..." an ad leading into Charlie's interview. I watched (@ 2PM +/- 5 minutes) following "The Closer," my newest favorite TV show. I was feeling bad after tripping (AGAIN!) and breaking something. This time the thing was small, a glass mortor, that I was using to mix some medicine. "Not to cry over spilt milk," I reminded my "Self" of PETS, a page of work edited this AM.
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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