…in the aftermath of grief (does it ever really end?). I often find myself looking blankly for indeterminate lengths of time, thinking about things that are no longer relevant- just for the pleasure of the memory, and trying very hard to not be a drag… but honestly, I feel pretty okay. Just more sad than usual. And that’s temporary, too.
For sharing:
Wisdom is knowing I am nothing,
Love is knowing I am everything,
And in between the two
my life moves.
~Nisargadatta Maharaj
From Eternity To Here 
Why must there be a time limit?
Why do we fear memento mori?
and of course Madre Teresa (of Avila) said “Lord, from sour faced saints, save us.” I paraphrase of course.
But to quote the venerable Mirabiledictuhieronymus of Memphis (TN):
“quis scit, y’all?”
gg, back from Maine and full of clam piss.
(Tiens, quelle delicatesse, monsieur!)
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