Well Marsha, It's an interesting story. I spent the day helping Lu pack up and move out. It's a strange sensation. She and the girls had just left, and I sat down to have the computer and my own thoughts to myself since the weekend started.
As I was sitting there, thinking. I started to realize that I'd been hearing planes. Planes loud, frequent and low. I went out and saw billowing smoke, just over the ridge and upwind. And lots of smoke in the air. My heart started beating faster. I walked up to the house and considered all that was packed in the car, my wife and girls already gone, my most important stuff all packed, what else? What else should I pack before leaving it all behind? As it turned out, they hit that fire so fast and so hard, that it never had much of a chance at all. It's an hour later and the smoke has all cleared from the air. The emergency gone, the urgency muted. But an after-taste of the memory of freedom. Freedom from stuff, the beckoning call of nothing. But for now, put off. Till the next time, John On Sun, Sep 12, 2010 at 12:23 PM, MarshaV <[email protected]> wrote: > > > Hi John, > > If you lost absolutely everything, you would still be a real good guy able > to create goodness in everyday experiences. Limbo doesn't stand for long, > please be ready to make the most of whatever happens. > > > Love, > Marsha > > > > > > > > > ___ > > > Moq_Discuss mailing list > Listinfo, Unsubscribing etc. > http://lists.moqtalk.org/listinfo.cgi/moq_discuss-moqtalk.org > Archives: > http://lists.moqtalk.org/pipermail/moq_discuss-moqtalk.org/ > http://moq.org/md/archives.html > Moq_Discuss mailing list Listinfo, Unsubscribing etc. http://lists.moqtalk.org/listinfo.cgi/moq_discuss-moqtalk.org Archives: http://lists.moqtalk.org/pipermail/moq_discuss-moqtalk.org/ http://moq.org/md/archives.html
