I can’t write what I feel this morning.  Because he reads what I write, it would not be helpful to say it again, what he already knows.  Besides, the words escape me this morning, I can only feel, and know I can only sit with my feelings.

It’s another gorgeous New England autumn day again today.  Wish I could skip work, and go to a park at the ocean, or maybe the big fair that goes on every fall an hour from here.  Something, besides sit with my emotions.  I need to distract myself.  I am tired of working, and coming home, and going to bed, and repeating.  Even the weekend holds no promise of distraction, only time to change the work from employment to taking care of my house.  Feeling confined, and alone, tired of my solitary life.

Connection.  I need connection, on a deep sweet intimate level.  I suppose there’s a reason I feel alone today.  And I suppose I will figure it out. The universe may remedy it anyway.

Trying to stay in the moment.  It will all turn out ok…Everything will be ok in the end.