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Quote of the day:

From Winston at Nobody Asked.

Hello blog. I’m back. I’ve been away for awhile. I mean, that’s how it felt. In fact, it felt like a bug on its back, little legs flailing about in the air unable to turn over upright again. Almost like I could not seem to find my way back to me. And then suddenly someone said to me, "Imagine that they cut off your leg below the knee. And you had to learn to live without it."

What a metaphor. It made sense instantaneously. Of course, it made me really mad at first. You know, that stage that always comes right before acceptance?

And now the bug is almost right side up, legs still struggling, going at quite a pace, still a bit out of control. A little nudge and soon it will be upright again, waddling off into the sunset. Isn’t that where all little bugs scramble off to?

And just as it all started falling back into place, I met a brand new friend. On the train. Coming back from presenting at a conference. The workshop was a hit. Accolades galore. And then I met a brand new friend.

That’s what happens when the bug turns upright again. Feelers reach up and out and open its buggy heart and soul to brand new friends.

Just like that.

A year ago at Tamarika: Green, green