Yesterday, August 6th...the Transfiguration, and the day the atomic bomb fell on Hiroshima. Tomorrow, the founder of my old order, St. Dominic Guzman, who died in 1221. Today, four years ago, B and I first met. (Some kind of free associative theme there...)
My life has been focussed on my stomach of late. Although it's calming down a bit, lots of indigestion for a few weeks. But when I think of the economy, the state of the nation, the guys shot down in Afghanistan, my bank account...it tightens up. Sometimes it feels as though my heart is down in there, uncomfortably beating.
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