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Life has its own agendauntamableunframableescaping captureeven if at first glancewe fail to see howit is working its wayaround the edges of our visionand the carefully constructedcontraptions into which we fold…
When I read your blogs, my friend told me, I notice that you very often write about letting go. So often, in fact, that…
I am in transit tonight. I am sitting in the airport lounge killing the hours, waiting for my flight to leave. I’m visiting my parents in France, to be with my mom in the aftermath of a very heavy operation she’s just had.
From this side of the fence, I can see the old western town of Relations sheltered by the Sorrow Hills and tucked away in the Valley of…