Saturday, November 20, 2010


There is a place I go in my mind when life becomes too much, too complicated, too busy.  There is a bare stone floor, a blazing fire, and me.  Beyond, I think there are no walls, for it feels open to the world, but I have never looked.  It doesn't matter.  I am alone with stone and fire -- at peace, unafraid.

There are probably some who will read this and think I'm crazy.  Others, I think, will know exactly what I'm talking about.

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