A few calls. Messages from dear ones. At each entry into my solitude, tears spring to my eyes. So very expected.
05 July 2011
I've been planning to write this morning. Planning and planning but not doing it. And maybe I won't. At least, not right now. Inside, outside, and inside again. Wanting to share, wanting to be very quiet. Most of all, wanting to be very gentle with myself. The fullness of self-indulgence and maybe self-pity. But no stiff lips or pulling myself up by the boot straps today.
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Be gentle with yourself. Always. You've been through enough.
Best,
Snick
Dear Suzanne, You have traveled a rough ground this year, but you have planted beautiful flowers on that ground, too. With planting comes harvest. Much love, Mary T.
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