There was a wisdom to the air A confidence contained in words A charismatic character Striding forth with bellows Seen from the side Seen straight ahead Backwards or upside down Never questioned, the whys – I questioned the wise Found lacking and falling short Unveiled, revealed to me It matters not, what you see This is just a matter for me
When we can be alone, we can be with others without using them as a means of escape.
bell hooks
Gratitude Journal
I am so happy and grateful that Amy got offered both jobs and took the 2nd one as it allows her to travel in February before starting in March. Excellent.
All it takes to get better at something is first a willingness to be bad.
Austin Kleon
Gratitude Journal
I am so happy and grateful to all the people, technology and coordination that enables Amy to fly from here to Australia this weekend. It is not that long ago that this would be difficult to imagine.
Why you sign your card from Txxxxx instead of TLJ? Are you getting serious with me? Anyway went home early yesterday cos I was dog tired – fell asleep til six-cooked, ate etc, decided not to go to Sponge House – was too tired – watched some TV, waited for you to call (you didn’t by the way!), went to bed about 12 but couldn’t sleep – read some comics til 2, fell asleep about 3 – so I’m real tired again today! Thinking about you lots sweety – I really wish I could speak to you. I want to know what fun you’re having – I want to know everything about you. My desire for you does not lessen with time away from you – it only grows. I really REALLY hope it is the same for you. I hope you remember who I am when you get back – or even now. By that I mean I hope you remember all about us. OK babes – I’m a bit down cos I’m on my lonesome this Christmas – it seems strange that you’re not here and that when you get back I will be back to normal work routine and everything – I feel like we have missed some opportunities to have fun over the holidays – I mean have fun together of course. I have some ideas for one day on a weekend after you get back. Love ya honey
Something strange, not quite at home But not out there and not on the phone The sound of something quiet, like seeds being sown The surreal serenity of being on your own No loneliness can compare to being alone
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