Tuesday, July 1, 2014
4:45am. My longing for the past three weeks held my ear to the pillow. But everywhere is beautiful and challenging, people around the world are kind and afraid, my existence goes on. In each place, in every way of life there is something of value. There are so many ways to live. To live with family, to live alone, to live in a place filled with the things that brought one to one's self, to live far away from anything familiar. The chorus of birds that awoke me at my parents home every day became a single crow this morning. Life is quiet for the moment, and there is something of value there.