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.