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7.10.05

O the glory of sweaters, and beauty and truth and love.

not to mention, things to wear them to. First day since, like, February that it's failed to hit 70. i <3 october.

not that this will last. 77 tomorrow. 84 by monday again. but still.

now i have to pick my sweater. the red one, the gray one, the blue one, the other blue one, the other gray one, the black one, the other other gray one, ... mmmm. liz is bliss. it doesn't take much. this, and i can paint the fireplace while m is at his conference next week, not to mention it's friday, which makes anything better.

can't make it to emily's memorial. but? i will live. i will continue to hold her in the Light. i will reflect on the gift that is emily.

We have many devices to protect ourselves from sadness - naturally enough it is a distressing feeling... And yet sadness ... is a very noble feeling if we bear it with dignity and render it into a sacrament. To try to run away from the awareness of the pain of sadness is tantamount to thinking of light without shadow; or love without the anxiety of possible separation; or life without death.
Fortunato Castillo, 1978

The secret of finding joy after sorrow, or through sorrow, lies, I think, in the way we meet sorrow itself... What we must do ... is to accept sorrow as a friend, if possible. If not, as a companion with whom we will live for an indeterminate period, for whom we have to make room as one makes room for a guest in one's house, a companion of whom we shall always be aware, from whom we can learn and whose strength will become our strength. Together we will create beauty from ashes and find ourselves in the process.
Elizabeth Gray Vining, 1952

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