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January 20, 2003
I waited too long; in my silence he thought I was angry at him. Realizing it was the anniversary of his first attempts to reach out to me while he was in the throes of his own internal struggles, I sat frozen by doubt again. What to say, what to say? Unsure if skirting the issue was wise or even possible, feeling that everything else was trivial by comparison, for the first time words seemed by turns dangerous and inadequate.

"You are the choice, forever trying." Words of Yes, from Dreamtime.

I must awaken and face the light of day.