Consumed by fire; born of fire
The end of a year has had me feeling meditative lately. I always get this way in the quiet last days of December. A chapter is closing. Whether it was easy or hard; kind or unforgiving; a year is ending. That warrants some reflection.
A little over a decade ago, I reached this week shell-shocked, numbed, by what had been the worst year of my life. In a r…
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