February 2, 2015 11:55 AM
I left the coffee shop and traffic pulled me in the opposite direction I had intended and I found myself in front of church and I parked and I processed the photo for the previous post when suddenly a funeral procession—led by two motorcycle cops—passed behind me and I was happy for the dead and sad for the bereaved and I wondered who felt more alive, the living or the dead?
I feel connected.
I feel guided.
I feel alive and dead all at once.
Here and not here.
And it is beautiful.
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