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Eating artery cloggers here at Edith's on a life frozen day here in Lebanon. My mastication is a meditation. The morning light makes me ever more aware ... I am ... addicted to surviving. I just keep cooking. My soul pilot-light does not ever dim; for my soul pilot is Christ. And still ... this heart attack, this habitual arrest of authenticity for the sake of surviving. I want, instead, to live into the Love ... all it's peace, passion ... to integrate, consecrate! into authentically being me. Thank you, Edith, your atmosphere is fearless. |