and wine. And writing. And reading. And sleep. And so many other things.
And I really, really just wish I had a little bit of peace.
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(April 13, 1999)
The quiet companionship of a comforting person is like balm to the soul.
Like Mother Earth, (s)he absorbs the shock of pain and erases the wounds, and even the scars with time. These people seem to be able to take our hand and walk with us through the difficult places they have already traveled.
They keep us from the loneliness that pervades our experiences, waiting for a word that we have passed through safely. And best of all, they never bring it up again, but let the past take care of the past.
Their eyes are on tomorrow, their hands on the present time so that we never hear empty echoes and are never reminded that we were unhappy. And then, we, in quiet ways, can reach back and take someone else's hand.
(I think we all know someone like this.)
Peace,
Tawanka
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Sorry hon! Wish I had words of wisdom for you. Thank you for helping me today! Take some time for yourself this week and rest if you can........
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