I've been feeling uncontained lately. I feel like a cloud. Spreading, expanding without boundaries. I feel open and unsafe. Incomplete. My spirit feels thin, like a shadow, like a reflection. I've been thinking about the significance of the season, and about the workshop in October, and about my writing. About the direction that I'm going... About family and history and love.

I feel very much alone. A most despised state.

1 comment:

Dylan said...

I am sorry, darling. That is no way to feel this time of year, though the holidays often have a way of sneaking up on you and making you feel more alone then ever. Just remember it will pass, and you are certainly not alone. If you want to talk, you know you can always find me in your inbox.