Thursday, May 01, 2008

You learn something new every day

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"(...)I will find out where she has gone,
And kiss her lips and take her hands;
And walk among long dappled grass,
And pluck till time and times are done,
The silver apples of the moon,
The golden apples of the sun."

W.B. Yeats, "Song of wandering Aengus", complete text here.

For some time I have been wanting to meditate every day about what I have learnt that very day but haven't been doing it due to my procastinative condition. But what I have learnt today is that even though sharing your grief is hard, it is totally worth it.

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