It's an old story. A bearded man finds love, a career, owls and fifteen hundred books in a part of the country he'd previously never anticipated even visiting. He learns to stop apologizing for his very pointed interest in the darkest aspects of life and comes to terms with his spirituality, which could be classified as "probably voodoo." He shares his home with a homonculus, an ocelot and a semi-feral catling and regularly interacts with federally protected birds.You know, that tired hat.
Saturday, September 11, 2004
Eww.
So, technically it's September 11th. I'd like to give a moment of pause to my cousin, James (Jim) Potorti, who lost his life in those fiery towers three years ago.
Here's a sincere wish that his life's abrupt ending wasn't in vain.
Dom
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Dom, I had no idea you had lost family in that woeful event! Did you ever mention that to us? Anyways, I join you in your pause for reflection, and offer Reiki both for those affected by this event, and for those who perpetrate such events. May those who hurt be healed, and those who hurt others be healed of the need to hurt.
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Dom, I had no idea you had lost family in that woeful event! Did you ever mention that to us? Anyways, I join you in your pause for reflection, and offer Reiki both for those affected by this event, and for those who perpetrate such events. May those who hurt be healed, and those who hurt others be healed of the need to hurt.
Love and Light,
Garry
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