Just caught up on the thread. Finishing morning coffee, too, after sleeping in a bit.
I’ve been at a bit at a loss of words, but not at a loss of appreciation. How precious and inviolable are each of our histories. Only appreciation and respect to those who share slices here of past and present and hope and strength.
From what London is like today to a childhood remembered. From workaday honesty to eagles butchering other beasts for their young. Honestly...aren’t we rich?
It all keeps me coming back to SR for perspective, a break from myself, and inspiration for today, tomorrow, and beyond.