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| A little Drop... And yet, when I thought that I had concealed, camouflaged, or even gotten away with treading the waters lightly, not wanting to come across too harsh, an unexpected someone, the writer of “Like The Dew” journal comes along and picks my mental vacillation, or is it more like my slip into the past where I ask permission to express the truth as I see it, my environment as it has shown me it is, knowing that there is nothing sustainable in such hesitation, realizing that some people close enough to touch me desire the wrong path, and with a chastising slice to my consciousness he warns to write with such indecision is apathy. But he massages the truth with we must balance cynicism and wonder. On another day, I might be inclined to ignore the obvious but rather than be a coward I recognize that he peeped the hole in my card. But I’m comforted that he recognizes and even eases my apprehension with this quote: “It’s back-breaking work,” he says, “to keep alive one’s feeling of delight when one has no doubt about the world’s constant acts of ugliness, the greed of small men, and the brutality of time’s unbroken progression.” It is in times like these that you remember to continue to put one foot in front of the other and appreciate the deepest truth when it has been shared. |
Christmas day was great. I didn't go to bed until the wee hours again and needless to say I was wrapping gifts at 4:30 that morning as the children rose ready to open their presents. It probably would be useless to most to continue wrapping when everyone would open them minutes after but I did so anyway. I like to do it and wrapping gifts is as much a part of the Christmas festivities as decorating the tree. And just as Christmas day was fun so was the day after. We followed up Christmas dinner with a fish fry and a game of spades. It was great and me and my partner won the game. We had great time laughing and kidding with each other. We listened to music and sang along. Nothing like those oldies but goodies. We all took part from the oldest to the youngest adding our voices to the music. To outsiders it may have seemed like no big deal but to me it was as much a part of loving each others as was the gift giving. I sat back and thought that's what ...
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