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February 5

Again I'm suffering from writer's block.  The delete button on the computer has never gotten such a work out.  It's not from lack of inspiration, that is everywhere.  Perhaps  because language is so restricting and unsatisfying.


  I want you to be with me when I drive through McDonald's before sunrise and get teary when the warm air, fragrant with brewing coffee and toasting English muffins wafts across my face.

  I want you to be there when "Touch" is over so we can talk about the " invisible red thread that connects those who are destined to meet regardless of time, place or circumstance. The thread may stretch or tangle but it will never break." (Chinese Proverb).

  I want you to know, without being told, how necessary moments of despair are, and how each gives me a deeper appreciation for the moments of joy. 

 I want to touch your hand and  see you smile and know without needing words that we are still sharing, remembering, connecting.   I say that I want what I know that I already have and when I'm quiet and sit in the lingering light, the stillness reassures me that everything is exactly as it is supposed to be, and I am grateful.

I read yesterday...

An oak reaches for the light

Anchored in the dark.