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Photo by Xena Goldman When an innocent person is murdered, we all die a little. Any decent human being must feel part of a universal guilt and shame, when watching the video of George Floyd’s murder, if we do not we are then part of the cause of it. His murder was an act of such
Was thinking about people, people in my family, events that have happened, what the future is bringing, what someone has said or done, the cause of why I am here today (geographically not philosophically) and many other things. And, it struck me that one event, word, occurrence often is the polar opposite of the other.
Can you imagine being on horseback and storming across the bridge into the open gate of that castle? Well, I can. Because I did it 🙂 When I was about 13 or 14 my parents sent me to England for eight weeks in the summer; my school ended first week in June and started back
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Confused? Why am I confused? Don’t really know – just feel it. On the one hand I am so grateful for my family, their love, and all the love I have in my life, and my small worries on the overall, and on the other I feel such a rage against what is going on
I remembered the smell of smultron (wild strawberries) from my childhood -perhaps because the sun was shining? My best friend, Gittan, and I were out walking in Ugglarp. Why I don’t know. We did a lot of walking trying to stay out of the way of the adults, they always seemed to have chores for
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“Mortality among the doctors was the highest of all, since they came more frequently in contact with the sick. Nor was any other human art or science of any help at all.Equally useless were prayers made in the temples, consultation with oraclesand so forth”. Thucydides said this in 430BC in Athens which was struck by a plague.
I woke up this morning and wondered why I had a butterfly in my stomach? That feeling that something was different? That the sun was shining? Well, the sun was shining but that was not it. Then, I remembered! We were taking Katja to the vet today! A trip outside the neighborhood, other people, other