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August 20, 2016

“So, this could be a hard day, or it could be another of the ongoing saga of the Moo who is endless. I choose the latter.

“You know, I would never have chosen this path, but now I do not see any other. And we all remain bonded forever, along with a curious gang and entities to be named later in a trade with the universe.

“Once I was pissed, but no more. You know, there are kids whose parents move them from Detroit to Reno, and some never get over the move and believe it or not, they consider Detroit paradise. And then there are those who compartmentalize the two cities, and remain split. And then there are those who say ‘I liked this about Detroit, but I like this about Reno.’ I liked being alive, but now I also like this side of the equation. Beats Detroit or Reno.                                            

“I don’t miss the physical that much, but I do miss Mommy’s hugs and her food... but not her sauces. I miss Papa’s car seats because they always slowly formed to me. I don’t miss getting up. Or sand in my sandals or bee stings. I don’t miss Aunt Bea, either.

“One of the challenges is to be present. To be in one’s existence, not in one’s memory nor in one’s antici... pation. Wait for it. You can have dreams, but don’t let them rob you of presence... ‘and never let anyone rob you of presents.’ Good one, CT. Is that all.

“I have been Bramblating. Whispering. He is an old spirit. Long in the spiritual tooth. [connected to us or Lee] Later down the road, and yes. He will be a ponderer. I don’t see Little League in his future. Debate Club. [less physically stressful!] Except for that chemistry experiment. ‘Bram, it’s awfully quiet down there.’ Ooom. That’s better.

“So, to learn to be who and what you are, follow both your bliss and your spirit.”