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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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18.10 | 18:29

Thanks, Mike...so glad you found it here. I think it's remarkable. Holly's grandmother is one of my long and close friends; it was she who sent it.

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18.10 | 17:38

Thanks for posting this. I heard it read from Abbey Theatre in their "Dear Ireland" and was hoping that I would find it on the web. I thought it stole the show.

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03.03 | 17:19

Laurie...I might have my copy and will look for it. Otherwise...order from Amazon.
It is beyond inspiring. I will let you know. It's on kindle too.

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03.03 | 16:53

Hi Brenda, I would like to read The Choice. Where would I find a copy?

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