Since I last dropped in, my Rumiesque guest house self has entertained many garden variety fears and anxieties, nasty cramps, and recursive thought loops, but also a very beautiful moment of understanding.
The latter is due to a sort of coming together of insights offered by Krsna, Charlotte, Roz's mix cd, and Christ crucified.
Holy Week, here I am. In the midst of the teeth-grinding what comes next day to day terror.
I should sleep. Goodnight.
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*hug* Happy Easter, sister red. I wish you were here so I could watch your stations or Godspell with you. I miss you and love you and I could use your insight right about now. Shantih.
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