How incredibly apropos that I began humming a moment ago "I'm gonna find me
a place in the sun," the Young Rascals' song which sustained my darkened spirit
thirty years ago in sunny Vietnam, when in alcoholic despair I wanted so
desperately to die. So, I survived, despite myself, to be right now, here in this
legendary place with me Sara-lovie, realizing through almost twenty-five years of
recovery that as "more has been revealed" I keep experiencing "beyond my
wildest dreams" other--an infinity of--places in the sun.

Aha! As if on cue, a Huey leaning southward materializes out of the
magenta-tinged clouds low-lying along the horizon line of cerulean melding into
azure to remind me, as Thich Nhat Hanh tutored, to use each whump, whump,
whumping sound as a meditation bell to invoke another mantrum of gratitude.

THANKS   !   !   !     THANKS   !   !     Thanks   !     Thanks     thanks . . .

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