It's past my bedtime.
Quiet.
The lights are dim and the delicate notes from a finger-picked guitar are resonating through my earbuds; they mesh well with the soft lighting of this living room. I need times like this, times to reflect, times to simply be.
This evening, I had the privilege of attending the hooding of some of our dearly loved MATs. It was a familiar sight, as I had been in the same position a year ago today in the over-sized gown and the strangely geometric cap. I had to literally bend my knees to allow Dr. Mueller and Dr. Carnes to place the hood I had earned over my head. Seeing this new group gave me a chance to reflect, something which I always am eager to do.
My life has been one massive, wonderful journey of discovery and . Questions and answers. Tears of joy and tears of "I will never do that again". Confusion and epiphanies.
I consider myself a significantly blessed person.
I'm glad that you guys have been a part of my journey.
Beautiful music makes me think of you guys.
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Mr. Foote,
ReplyDeletewhy did you right about that anywase, I loved it so... Great Job!!!!!!!!!!!!
Mr.foote,
ReplyDeleteOops! I meant "anyway"--my mom loved it too!!!
that my friend expressed emotions, especially love.
ReplyDeleteNice details, i can imagine the lighting.