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Your one wild and precious life

Your one wild and precious life

What do YOU plan to do with it?

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Content Warning // Death - Extensive discussion of death and related themes in a personal context.

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I attended a wake yesterday.

It was the father of my cousin’s wife. I had never met him before, but wakes aren’t really about the deceased - they’re really for the living.

So I was there to pay my respects, and maybe more importantly - give a couple of hugs to my cousin’s wife.

Even if you’re not a hugger, in times like these, theres’s something to be said about the power of human touch.

And I don’t know about her (family), but in my family, we’re not huggers.

I feel like I’m digressing, but maybe this is where this needs to go.

I often write like this, just following the thoughts as they appear and putting them down… destination unknown.

I guess that’s why the title of this publication — trains-and-planes-and-bikes-and-buses of thought — is so apt.

It has happened to me more often than not that I’ll write a title, thinking I’ll write about this or that, and what ends up coming out is somet…

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