It all becomes clear. Confusions or angers. Pain or joys from the day before. Frustrations or worries. Wonderings and tribulations. Somehow, in the morning, as I lie awake in the half dark dawn, just before the light creeps across the sky above the old oak tree, it all becomes clear. Feelings understood, decisions that must be made, actions that will be taken.
Quote of the day:
You are a child of the universe, no less than the trees and the stars; you have a right to be here. Desiderata
A year ago at Mining Nuggets: Wisdom of all ages
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