Tuesday, March 18, 2014

Now Is The Winter Of Our Discontent

the ferry between one cold place and another

The bewilderment of not knowing how to do something you never had to do before... like grieving fifty years together, a dream that flew by in the blink of an eye and ended in a nightmare dragging through centuries...

But, not knowing, someone told me long ago as I clung to sanity, was like opening a door to a vista filled with grace. An undiscovered world, an unexplored land, a trip to another place.  All one had to do was survive, one moment to the next, the bitter wind and brutal cold in a winter of discontent.

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