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Friday morning, and we're off on a dayhike to Gilmore Lake. We pass a pretty little pond with lilypads. No one poops here.
8-11-06, Friday morning
Half Moon Lake, though lacking swimmin' access on the side we hiked to, was enlivened by a sassy duck family.
8-11-06, Friday afternoon
I am you, and you are me. We stand together and suffer the consequences of life. This snow, this coldness.
"On the 10th of August 1966 my mother died of breast cancer. No one hugged me. No one talked to me. No one said 'It's not your fault,' no one said 'She loved you.'
They put her in the cold earth. My mother. I was 10 years and 8 months old. She never talked to me when she was ill. I felt stupid and traumatised. I spent 43 years trying to heal. Forgiveness brings healing. How do I forgive when the desolation and torture is still inside me? I believe in love and joy. One day I will be free."
The desolated beach and harbour entry of Ostend on a cold sunny winterday. De tall concrete tower with the red top is radar tower which monitors the traffic before the Belgian coast. The smaller towers are the old and new harbour lights.