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For some of us, it takes years of chasing an UnHoly Grail to learn that the real nectar floats on the breeze, free to all, if we can only quiet our rowdy minds long enough to notice it.

Thank you, posthumously, Linds Redding, for one more voice of sanity.

I just read enough of this excerpt from Linds’ essay to wake up again (it also links to the full article)…

It’s Not Worth It

…and remember and understand just a little better, why I’m here. Why we’re here. On Earth… In Pagosa… Or anywhere.

Linda was an ad exec. I was an architect. The two are quite similar, these days. I’m grateful to have stepped out of the madness when I did. No regrets.

Here’s wishing to you the drunken stupor of caring for oneself!

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