Journal Entry July 11th, 2000
We walked hand in hand through the house
that I
had grown to love so much,
stripped of every sentimental belonging we had known.
Some valuable, some not monetarily so.
They had taken the pastel drawing
our son Adam
had done of Van Gogh�s "Starry Night", it had taken weeks. 
To us it was priceless, to them,
it was another object to take away.
They had taken personal photographs, even my diaries.
I closed my eyes and asked myself
what I would have given this all up for,
what would have been so important
that all of this could have been taken away so much
that I would have willingly released it with no regrets.
Then it came to me,
one more night,
one more moment
with my husband, and my children.
If they had been lost
this house filled with things
would have been vacuous.
Instead, it was a shell,
devoid of sentimental objects,
but pulsating with the heartbeats
of the people I loved most in this world.
"
When you feel that you have reached the end
and that you cannot go one step further,
when life seems to be drained of all purpose:
What a wonderful opportunity
to start all over again,
to turn over a new page. "
Eileen Caddy, The Dawn of Change
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