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I landed back home last night from a whirlwind trip back home.

Make sense?

No, I don't get it either.

I read a quote last week.
It made me stop trying to fit it all in,
all those contrasting thoughts and feelings
into one manageable lump.

Instead as we flew through a glory of a South East Asian dusk,
I saw with new eyes that it is the mix of everything that makes it all real.
I grabbed my sister's camera
and told myself to see.
Made myself really look.

I've written before about the tension in life that everything we've been through in the past year or so has made so evident -- how life is not in fact black or white, good or bad, joyous or painful. It is all these things almost all the time. And sometimes holding both feels like a push toward the edge of sanity.

Kirsten Petermann

Ah yes.

I concur.