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So, things are bad here. I won’t go into specifics, but we’re all upside down, or wandering around dazed and bloody, looking for our shoe or trying to remember something important that’s right on the tip of our tongue.
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Pray for us sinners now and at the hour of our death. Amen.
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And it’s okay. Another opportunity to learn. A chance to sit with fear and sadness and guilt and shame and loss and not to turn from it. 
Breathe.
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And again.
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Still alive.
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How in the midst of this the sun still shines. How the simple touch of my wife’s hand calms the hand on the tiller. How there is beauty in all things. 
How in the eye of the storm there is calm. 
A heightened sense of everything.
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Ah, but we are sad, sad.
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I will take my bowl and drain it to the dregs. 
In deep gratitude for this, too.
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May we all be at peace.
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