One time, when my daughter was very young, 5 or 6 years old, she buried a dead dragonfly. We had a funeral for it. A couple days later, she dug up the grave. I did not scold her. Instead, I asked why she dug it up. She said, “I wanted to see if God took him to heaven yet.” Good answer for a six-year-old.
Daily Meds
Learning to let it go. Notes on early recovery.
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My Daily Meds: July 25
The world is against me … or so it seems
Though I’m awake … I know it’s bad dreams
Reality is near, of this I am sure
And when I‘m in doubt, faith is the cure. -
My Daily Meds: April 4
Some parts of the country you can roll around on the grass. (Without worrying about getting bit by something.) You can look up and watch the clouds. Birds. Flying insects. I love to look for a patch of blue on a cloudy day.
Head for the blue skies. The blue is a hole in the sky that leads to heaven. Head for the light. Aim high. Sober.