Yesterday, I got my flat tire repaired and tried to get my jaw misalignment repaired by going to my friend Barbara’s chiropractor. If that gets repaired, the annoying noises I’ve been hearing when talking for two years might go away!
I’ve been listening to Buddhist stories while falling asleep lately; several of the stories invite me to think that I am already repaired, here and now.
When I tell people I have congenitally corrected transposition of the great arteries, they sometimes ask when that was repaired. It wasn’t and I am doing fine.
I wonder when and if the damage done to my country by the current administration will ever be repaired. I’ll be going to a No Kings Protest in Boston this Saturday, prepared to sing my reparative protest song “You Don’t Scare Me.”
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Let’s see what is being repaired in my images for today.
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I often feel repaired by photos of cats, so here is Joan to celebrate Global Cat Day!
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Thanks to all who help me feel repaired, including YOU!
