Musings

[debboamerik]

Sorry, everyone - this is too important to me personally for a cut.

In July of 2002, I found myself walking, at the break of dawn, with two large bags and a medium-sized puppy, down the sand road in Djeol. I was on my way to Kaedi, thence to Nouakchott, thence to Paris and Los Angeles for the baptism of my godchildren. The journey was going to

Comments

[nosebeepbear]

Excellent point. I had a similar epiphany during hurricane Katrina. I had been feeling the lack of many things, then the hurricane hit and I was suddenly aware of the many luxuries I take for granted - I had a warm dry place to sleep, food and water, I knew my loved-ones were safe...what amazing blessings! It made me aware not only of the people who go without, but of how much I truly have.

an aside: IMO, no need to apologize for lack of cuts - your journal, you get to do what you want (and personally, except in cases of NSW-ness or spoilers, I find cuts really annoying. YMMV.)

Thanks for this

[anonymous]

Good and true, sweetie, and much appreciated. XO N