chronicle of my journey through my matriarch years - love , work, dreams, frustrations, poems, paradoxes
Wednesday, August 22, 2012
Long work day. Good work day. It is still mild for the end of August. Last year was so hot and the wildfires out toward Bastrop were about to start burning. Now the forrest they burned is beginning to come back. Not the houses. I'm thinkng about what comes back and what doesn't. what is destroyed for good and what can't be. I'd like to think human relationships can always be restored, but experience shows me that too often they are not. Health cannot always be restored. Nor youth. Trust can be restored but it takes both work and willingness to accept the change created by the work. Order can be restored almost always. Peace of mind can be restored.
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