The sun appears after an evening blasted with a yellow full moon through my western windows. I will walk today, away from my video-podcasting mania, and that subtle anxiety prior to new classes. I will walk into the arms of good health, of friendship, and genuine affection. I will walk into deserved joyful meals, and needed sleep.
I do not sleep well here in Paradise. Is it the moon, a life of jaw clenching trauma, or sins un-repented?
Wednesday, April 4, 2007
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