August 19, 2009

Another bright, sunshine-filled day. What am I doing here at the keyboard?? Normally, I would have been outside long before now; however, nothing is as it was.

I often think of calling my Mom just to say hello, and when the reality faces me, a wave washes over me. I wait for the tidal wave to hit. So far I am lucky, and only storms I can handle have erupted. I drift, alone. I am vulnerable and strong at the same time. In nature, I can be myself, and feel less lost in this world.

I will put on dark glasses to protect my eyes from the rays as I venture out today. And when/if the tears well up, these shades will also hide my pain. Most people will not understand.

That is the reason I am writing to you, to the universe, with the hope that my words, and more importantly my thoughts and feelings behind them, will reach those souls who can understand. This will bring me comfort.