The redux

Lives are unique. No one has had your experience. No one will again. And yet, within those lives, we can find patterns emerge. We can behave in the same fashion — again and again and again. We can fail to learn a lesson. We can repeat horrible things. We can find ourselves in the same kind of role. The redux can be endless.

Earlier today, I wrote a piece for this blog. I called it On Wholeness”. And then I had a thought: perhaps I should look and see what I’ve written about wholeness. I went to the archive and did a quick search. And I found this piece from twenty two days ago!!

Let’s just say that sometimes the redux happens quickly.

One year ago today, I posted a poem. It has its moments.

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