I looked out the window of my workplace and saw the gas station's markers showing that gas is now over $3/gallon. Yesterday I posted about gratitude, and I stand by what I said. Last night I observed that gratitude is like a peace that, instead of sitting passively, circulates through my body in a constant motion. It's a flutter, I guess. I like the FAG acronym--
Forgiveness
Acceptance
Gratitude
(T-hee! Life, the queerest o' the queer, if we but follow ye middle way. Thanks Thomas the Rhymer!)
I'm thinking FAG is certainly what my local environment needs.
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