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O, Owen Meaney

O, Owen Meaney


When someone A2Z-BADGE-0002015-LifeisGood-230_zps660c38a0you love dies, and you’re not expecting it, you don’t lose them all at once; you lose them in pieces over a long time— the way the mail stops coming, and their scent fades from the pillows and even from the clothes in their closet and drawers. Gradually, you accumulate the parts of them that are gone. Just when the day comes— when there’s a particular missing part that overwhelms you with the feeling that they’re gone, forever— there comes another day, and another specifically missing part.

– Excerpt from a Prayer for Owen Meaney


For all who lost too quickly.

And for all of us still here and living, One more day: is this day.

As I find myself at the Green Gulch Zen Center, today’s brief A to Z Blog is in line with today’s practice of Obmutescence. Om.

Obmutescense: persistent silence


  1. I love the book, Owen Meany, and found your quote from it very meaningful as we are dealing with a family member right now who is her last days/weeks of life.

    Visiting from A-Z.

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