American Gothic

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I already decided how to live my life.

But sometimes I catch a glimpse of my face reflected in a mirror and I see a grim looking dude.

Where's his heart at?

Has he lost it along the way?

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It strikes me because I think of myself as pretty happy. A balanced life, a deep appreciation for beauty and goodness and wildness and a refusal to shrink from the gritty business of it all.

So I see this mean son of a bitch, it sets me back on my heels.

I want to buy the guy a beer, put my arm around him, get him to loosen up.

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But I am a nervous fellow, and grim in my particulars.

And as this morning's yoga session pointed out to me, quite inflexible.

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But I have made a salmon chowder and I have committed some art and for a brief moment our child is in the house and speaking to us and nothing is on fire or exploding.

So we count our blessings.

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I am up to a brazillion so far.

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Namaste to you.

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