Having never lost everything in a fire,I’d like to think I’d see it philosophically,take the distant view: things are replaceable; ortranscendent view: earthly things are transitory. I’d like to think a house is a house,the bedroom (with Deb’s own colour scheme and feng shui,and my son’s painting over the nightstand),simply a comfortable place to sleep….
Lord, my heart is not haughty: Of course, I had the advantage of birth: born in Springside,voted least haughty hamlet in Saskatchewan. Nor my eyes lofty: One pretty much follows the other: farming town, curling rink,proud of our blizzards, which kept us from taking the Yellowheadto Yorkton – massive, unpredictable city. Neither do I exercise…
When the virulence leaves and the old life returns with its morning Starbucks, frozen DiGiornos, bullish NASDAQ, droning CNN, when spiky fears retract their bloody mandibles and head back to their cloudy houses, when the Grand Princess is fully booked and the fans return to T-Mobile Park, what will have been learned from the demonstration of bodily democracy?
Blessed are the bakers: that is obvious.
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