Dear Diary,
A new day looms ahead. Jascha Heifitz is on NPR now, playing one of my fave violin concertos - Max Bruch's. So poignant. Bittersweet, like the lives of so many of us. In front of every silver lining is a dark cloud. Well, DD, you know very well I'm no pessimist. I've paid the rent, I have food to eat. I do as I please. But some of my friends and family are suffering. What can I do? Energy and time - such basic commodities, yet in shorter and shorter supply. No money to speak of. Should I just keep writing, DD? We talk so much everyday. I appreciate your silent wisdom; it speaks volumes. Is paradise really only what we make of our lives here? Jesus promised to prepare a place for us, to be where he is. This is so basic to what's in the BOOK, yet so foreign to what I've been permitted to believe most of my life. And Gill was talking about the Flood and her preacher neighbor. I never doubted the Flood but now there are so many new facts to consider. Well, new to me. I am so late to what's really happening. Where do I go from here, Dear Diary?
CoCo