I’m stuck here, really stuck, steeped (in tears) treading at the surface and yearning for deep. I’ve started and stopped here, started and stopped. What is it here but a diary on wheels, whales and birds, the word floating — in air in water, lassitude lessen leave me at leave
The days
How much do you engage?
What does the brain matter when compared to
the
heart?
My head is stuffed with cotton
When I hold my nose, little tufts blow out of my ears
and float about the room.
The whale. The mermaid. The heart. Your heart. The presence of Love filling that tiny room and overflowing, never denying the sorrow, is palpable. Sending love in return to you and Sophie always.
More love to you than I know how to put into words.