wrecked
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So, things are bad here. I won't go into specifics, but we're all upside down, or wandering around dazed and bloody, looking for our shoe or trying to remember something important that's right on the tip of our tongue.
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Pray for us sinners now and at the hour of our death. Amen.
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And it's okay. Another opportunity to learn. A chance to sit with fear and sadness and guilt and shame and loss and not to turn from it.
Breathe.
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And again.
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Still alive.
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How in the midst of this the sun still shines. How the simple touch of my wife's hand calms the hand on the tiller. How there is beauty in all things.
How in the eye of the storm there is calm.
A heightened sense of everything.
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Ah, but we are sad, sad.
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I will take my bowl and drain it to the dregs.
In deep gratitude for this, too.
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May we all be at peace.
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posted by tearful dishwasher at 10:56 AM
3 Comments:
even when i read about the tough times here, i always think about how wonderful it is you have what you do have with your wife.
what a gift. and it's so cool that you know it.
She is the single greatest blessing in my life.
It would be a poor life I'd be leading without her.
Thanks for coming by, Ms. Bones. I think you're one of those folks that knows what they've got, too.
It's different for everyone, but recognizing our blessings is so fucking key to maintaining a grip on happiness.
They are our anchors in the storm.
Hope you are well and happy.
Sometimes remembering and recognizing our blessings is all we have, and sometimes it's not enough. But often, even a shred of that is enough to cling onto.
Everything passes.
Peace to you.
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