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Delicate music

During the slowing of these casted, wrist-pained days, I catch momentary glimpses of the exquisite music that rises within me at unexpected times. Glimpses...catcing the fullness of one moment, as with a camera...but not a camera, which can capture only a visual. This is sometimes a visual, but it is a visual streaming with feeling and music and a fullness of time just for now.The very next moment is new again.

There seems nothing more important in lfe than attending to the moment.

There is nothing more full, more satisfying, more present.

Such are the gifts of a broken wrist.

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10.09 | 21:59

Hearing you! MB

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30.07 | 19:22

As someone journeying with people receiving palliative care, I read the article on liminal spaces with much appreciation and resonance. Thank you!

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01.04 | 20:45

Thanks, Mary Beth...that is how it felt in that moment. And still says with me. Thanks for commenting...

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01.04 | 16:45

Have only peeked into your poeming on Easter Sunday...and lo....feel the paschal mystery, soul'd mystery proclaims Exultet...in a very interior manner! Thanks s

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