Our performance at the memorial service for Dean Hammond of the Shepherd School of Music was just finished. My throat is still tight, and I didn't even know the guy. It was mostly about appreciating the joys of life and, though there is deep pain, striving to make the joys deeper. Very profound, but it escapes all of us so often, because we take the joys for granted. We try to make things better, which is admirable, but it tends to make us forget that they are already good. Better than many. We have so much already.
I hate to preach. I just try too hard to sympathize and invent my own problems so I can empathize, and then the problems become real and I can. I guess I care too much. It's better than not at all.
I hate to preach. I just try too hard to sympathize and invent my own problems so I can empathize, and then the problems become real and I can. I guess I care too much. It's better than not at all.
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~a wolfie