Feels like the world's gone mad today.
I saw news of a beautiful young woman who's missing in Colorado, I think. The last her (first) husband heard of her, she was on her way to meet one of her clients. Seems she supported herself through an old, old profession.
Lindsey Lohan, that darling girl from The Parent Trap, has grown into a confused young woman caught in the web of drugs and alcohol.
I'm rereading Four Seasons in Rome and find myself even more in awe of the rhythm and the language this time around.
Evan, who's living with me right now, is terribly unhappy but unable to take steps to make things better for himself.
We got word last night that my favorite aunt has breast cancer. She's being asked to make enormous treatment decisions based on teeny, tiny bits of information.
So many of us spend our lives chasing wealth, beauty, love, knowledge. And even those who seem to have everything never have enough.
Whatever the holes in our souls, nothing we can earn, learn, grab, or buy will fill them. I am reminded that the only thing that works is to sit still and remember who we are. So simple, but so difficult.
Life's just one mystery after another.