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The waiting is the hardest part
Every day you see one more card
You take it on faith, you take it to the heart
The waiting is the hardest part    -Tom Petty, The Waiting

Some thoughts for the day:

I decided I have no idea how to wait for something when I have no idea what that something is because I’ve never known or experienced that something before. That’s enough to drive a person crazy! I must admit, I’ve been sort of enjoying the crazy so that’s a good sign. I could liken it to waiting to open a Christmas present, but those quite often come in boxes and usually if you shake it, you have a sort of inkling of an idea of what’s inside. I have a feeling I’m about to open an entire roller-coaster and I have yet to see a box something that size will fit in. And what if it’s one of those that has upside-down parts?

I was walking yesterday and thought about how we all continue to return to this same square-ish plot of land that we call home every day. Over this vast space, even over a single subdivision, we each have our very own square of grass and pile of wood and bricks. And it’s called home. It seems to have a magnetism to it that’s attached to a part of our brains. I guess I’m trying to say that the organization of peoples is fascinating. And then if you go on to think about how very little we know about those inhabiting the plot right next to us, you realize how very little we know about anything at all. Period. For as much as we know as human beings, there’s seems to be an exponential amount that we don’t. I suppose discoveries only fuel more questions…and I suppose if we really did know everything, we’d be bored…and I suppose if we were bored, we’d sit at our computers and type stuff that we really hope will come full circle but we know that it won’t…

It’s time for another walk. Maybe the wind will let me in on some secrets today and share some warm hugs.

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