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4 March ~2009
Today at Tama's free write someone wrote about how fortunate she was to have a deep love, that few people find that, and even the memory of it makes her feel blessed.
That induced me to go back and read some of the journal
entries when I was trying to make sense of my new life (here, here, and here).
Writing helped, but time is what clarifies what
happened.
How many have had one deep love ? Maybe that is what makes me reluctant to move forward, that I am rating everything to that time when things were not so complicated, when we didn't have much, except each other and love.
Life is best lived simple, and as things have turned out I feel the lucky, and rich one. Last year affirmed that, with all the backpack trips I took to hidden wilderness areas, and all the dancing when I got home. This year will be the same, except I will have another border with me, little Mollie, who I will enjoy introducing to all our wilderness camps.
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