Monday, July 9, 2012. Joy Comes in the Morning. We must learn to reawaken and keep ourselves awake, not by mechanical aid, but by an infinite expectation of the dawn. Today felt like a miracle. I woke with such joy. In my heart, such passion. To be alive and to move and to breathe. The last few months have involved me waking up, looking at the clock on my phone, and going back to sleep. Because there was seemingly nothing worth waking up for.

A tumult of emotions of turbulence, tender awareness and growth. I spent the majority of the day with my grandfather, my Gumbie, sorting through decades worth of accumulated papers, knick-knacks, pictures, and loot up in Vermont. Granted, Vermont was his second home, his vacation home, but for the last 5 years or so it has also been his primary residence during the fair-weather months.

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8220;Books are the quietest and most constant of friends and the most patient of teachers. 7 The Forbidden Bride by Cheryl Reavis. 8220;Jane was the kind of woman Reverend Branwall had once warned him about. The kind whose welfare meant more to him than his own. The kind who had the power to hurt him at every turn, yet would not do it.