Tonight hearing her voice made tears spring up unexpectedly with relief. Were different, and we fight sometimes, but today reminded me that this is not what matters. What matters is each moment living. Each moment that were talking and painting and working things out. Each moment breathing is good. Each moment laughingbetter.
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From Robert Brady at PureLandMountain.com comes this posting:
Standing out there alone in the darkness I was primally startled; but as quickly I realized, scientifically, what I had just seen. So I went back to my primal reaction and dug in, tried to think in the way our ancestors 50,000 years ago would have thought about such things as fire streaking from a cold dark sky, to imagine from out of that same darkness the answers they wove into their world as gods, and the sources of those gods... the myths came forth more easily than I'd expected they would, we are in fact so close to that source in ourselves... those gods and their source are in us all still... we carry them not far beneath the surface, just below the cultures, religions and manners that stem from them; they are far more ours, and more genuine to us, than the latter components of our general veneer.
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