Large

Giuseppe Verdi was born on October 9, 1813. He died January 27, 1901. I am a great fan of his because he wrote operas, and that is how I discovered him. Quite by accident, I heard his Requiem.
Calling himself, "a very doubtfull believer," Verdi did something for me that I couldn't do for myself, for nearly a year. He transported me. He made a path for me. He carried me. He reconnected me. And that is what 'large' can do for the lost.
Verdi wrote his Requiem out of love and admiration for two men in his life. The Requiem presents the wide range of human emotion, but the construction represents love. It is powerful, concentrated. Filling. Possessing every dark corner of the listener, its thunder calls despair to give up.
Verdi had begun the Requiem, but tabled it for retirement. Fooled around with raising chickens, and grew wheat and corn in his garden. From this, the Requiem emerged. He finished it in April of 1874.
I have never written a post with dates. I examined all the dates with Verdi. I did this because I needed to learn what a garden and chickens can do for a person.

It is starting with me...I can feel myself again. I wouldn't say 'back.' I am saying 'through.' I know I am not the same.

One is never the same after experiencing large.