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3.15.2011

Passing Serenities

I am exquisitely aware of the passage of time.  I pause, mid-blink, and I know it deep as bones -- this night is special, they are perfect, I am blessed.  My hand does not go to my chest for the comfort of my own thumps, because -for this ordinary moment- I witness life through the clear lens of presence and appreciation.  Our bedtime snuggles and stories make us like millions of families across the globe.  While we read I forget to think about how close we might be to the end.

JEB

2 comments:

  1. Beautiful smile and beautiful thoughts...despite the hand you have been dealt...strength and inspiration is what I get from you!! Thank you!!

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