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.

A few calls. Messages from dear ones. At each entry into my solitude, tears spring to my eyes. So very expected.

2 comments:

Snickerdoodle said...

Be gentle with yourself. Always. You've been through enough.
Best,
Snick

Anonymous said...

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.