Days are drawing closer now, to the end.
The end of all things was bundled, mostly, into Christmas. There are always loose ends that trail behind.
The rush of events that followed were, then, surprising: competing with the end, but necessarily taking 2nd place- a hard race to run well.
Landing on a bus, in a window seat- noting that the scenery read “Perth” in unambivalent terms; feeling proverbially short of breath, and the with all being- unprepared.
Unprepared (and uninformed) for the next few days- promising to be tumultuous, emotional, sleep-deprived;
Take a breath now, while you’re on the bus with a minute: suck it in and hold it- it may have to last days.
Yet- hopefully not. Blaringly energetic and memory-making as that would be, I want- need- crave the time to capture it. To not only see, but to think, and then to feel. And keep, so a later me might remember, too.
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Your blog(s) is/are exquisite, Felicity. I love your writing style! I still remember a conversation we had in Japan at the Hattoji International Villa in Okayama ken - your strong faith and musical giftedness made a strong impression on me at the time. God bless now and always!
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