It’s become a lesson for me in impermanence: How something can exist one moment or for years and be gone in an instant.
"May your trails be crooked, winding, lonesome, dangerous, leading to the most dazzling view. May your mountains rise into and above the clouds." – Edward Abbey
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cold and strangeness sleep…
here, warmed at the fire… of my hearth … uninvited, but visiting still.
He always seems to know when I take my shoes and socks off- hearing the telltale swishing sounds from across the house- and comes rushing in to find me.
Reading their words, looking at the pictures they drew, put faces and names to the students I helped.
I feel more connected to the night now, less alone in it. I feel like I even see it through different eyes.
Deep down all I truly want is to live in peace, and with love. But I know now sometimes you have to fight to do that.
He seemed a lion born in a time of peace, meant to enjoy his time in the sun.