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  • How many more times will you have to fall before you no longer have to get up any more?

    How many more times will your heart have to be broken before you get to close it down for good?

    How many more times will your courage desert you before you finally hand your keys over to Fear?

    How many more times will you be abandoned before you claim loneliness as your birthright?


    Beckett said it best: “I can’t go on, I’ll go on.” Yes, I think I’ll go on, gray but hopeful. Another round, dear friends. Another turn at bat. Another leap. Another plunge. Another chorus.


    I’m getting back onto my feet. (Yes.)

    My heart is mending. (Yes.)

    I am not afraid. (Yes.)

    I am made of star substance. The same Spirit that animates the lilies inhabits me. I am not alone and never will be.
    (Yes and amen.)
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