High Water Everywhere

A dear friend’s grandma died this weekend.  Another dear friend lost her mom. A gal I know in Memphis is only barely scraping by. And I was looking to be distracted tonight, but couldn’t find anything to distract me.

I feel out of touch and like I am spending most of my time living the same day over and over.

And I miss feeling connected to my dead people, and yet I know it’s cyclical, like this melencholy is cyclical, and we all just have to ride it out the best we can, for as long as we can.

There is so much suffering in the world and so much beauty and neither seems to outweigh the other.

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