I can hear the fan overhead spinning with the sound of cars in the distance almost fading into the current of the rivers. It is a beautiful night with palm branches swaying and I am tucked away in a small bamboo bungalow. Trying not to contemplate the meaning of things in philosophical terms...a knowing passes through me to write:
We can never be truly prepared for anything When its time we can only harness what experience has taught us and pray for the spirit to know what to do to move forward one day at a time--sometimes one breath and pray and practice and breathe and when we are able to open again after loss or change live and find reasons to rejoice again in the little things the peace the calm the beauty that like the thunderbird rise softly like smoke from the ashes.
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