A Study of Benevolent Dictators and Clarinets
I was weak I discovered (after she had passed) the following piece written by Yocheved. I focused on the tough stuff and felt ashamed. Pained, as there’s no way to turn back the clock. Took me a while to appreciate this snapshot in its totality. Yes, I’m castigated here, but so too there is beauty and love in these words. I labored to realize that both affection and disappointment live here. Life is not perfect for anyone. And perfect for everyone. As difficult as it is, when we can accept, own our faults while celebrating what makes us good and virtuous, it is, in that honest process, that we can live truthfully and with usefulness. Then growth blossoms… Following by Yocheved... A Study of Benevolent Dictators and Clarinets “Take the shoelaces out of your boots.” “How can I kill myself with shoelaces?” I was intrigued by the creativity the process would involve, but the policewoman refused to satisfy my curiosity. I was Crazy, after all. Ropes and razors were to be ...