Someone (you know yourself :)) went on a reading spree on this blog and this was one of the posts she liked. I re-read it and liked it so much I decided to reblog it. It reminded me of many things. Hard to believe I wrote this 5 years ago! Hope you enjoy it.
“How lucky I am to have something that makes saying goodbye so hard.” Winnie The Pooh. T
I’ve started, and discarded many posts over the last week. Laziness, ennui, hormones, sleeplessnes
So I listened to this interesting video today And the rabbi essentially makes the point that many ti
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Thank you for stuffing us in your handbag on your time travel 🙂
My father’s passing made me more accepting of the inevitability of death.
When I think about it, perhaps the fear of dying isn’t really what it is, I believe the underlying issue is the fear of not achieving the quest for relevance before one expires. The desire for other people’s awareness of one’s existence.
The lyrics of Beyonce’s song. “I was here” really resonates.