Tag: BEOWULF
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Peace returns to the valley
Amid the storm I think about my wife, as I do every day, but particularly on this day, the day she left the earth.
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My own ‘space dancer!’
My Buddhist teacher is cloaked in mystery I have never met her — yes, I do know her gender — or heard her voice. We correspond via email, an annoyingly modern means that seems inappropriate for such an ancient form of enlightenment. But as she would say, and in fact did say: It is what it…
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Beowulf the Cat
My cat had a traumatic day at the vets on the afternoon of New Year’s Eve, ear drops, rabies shot, a needle the size of a harpoon plunged into her backside, but she did not utter a cry. That is one brave cat.
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Battling grief with Beowulf
Beowulf is a cold substitute for a warm woman, the warm woman being my wife, now a non-being in the cold black void of death. To try and stop from going insane and/or shooting myself, I am currently seeking refuge in literature — the classics, from Beowulf to War and Peace.
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In the grip of loneliness, be Beowulf
Loneliness is a bully. It’s like a thug in the street. It coldcocks you. It kicks you when you’re down. If you don’t fight back, it can kill you.
Mary Saves the Day 