Friday, August 31, 2007
Pulse
The truth is that I haven't seen ordinary times in a long time. Or maybe, just maybe, I should relinquish that idea altogether and admit that now is my new familiar, that my ordinary for the time is a time of challenge and emotion. What is ordinary anyway? Circumstances and change, bit by bit seep into the fabric. The ground shifts under my feet and I learn to walk a new way. The ground shifts again, I stumble, right myself and again learn new steps. I know, I know, few things are permanent. Even the warm evenings will soon enough give way to cooler air. Even the smudgy August clouds will soon change to long white stretches of September.
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"all is change. everything yeilds its place and goes."-euripedes
For sure, Alison. And you can count yourself as one of the lucky ones when you right yourself after stumbling. Not everyone does. I'd like to say that I know your load will lighten - but I don't. I only know that you will go on. With grace. It seems to be what you do.
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