I seem to be spending an inordinate amount of time thinking about what I might blog this morning. Obsessing, almost.
No matter how the conversation begins, or what stories of the weekend or last night or this morning I share, whether they are good or sad or silly or poignant, it all winds up in the same place.
This morning, I am hurting. Just. Hurting.
Breathing with you, M.
Imagine my arms around your shoulders as we sit without words and let the emotions have their way with you for a bit.
Some cleansing, and then some cookies?
That's how it is in my mind. If only everything could be fixed with yummy cookies and a hug.
praying for your peace, my friend.
I hear you, m, and I'm with you. Different sorrow but similar pain over here today. I wish it were different for both of us.
"...it all winds up in the same place."
thinking of you today with much love.
I'm so sorry. :( I wish I could do something to help.
Sending much love & big hugs.
There should be a fairy godmother who can appear just when you need her to give you a big hug and a shoulder to cry on.
I like Lori's comment. Sometimes a little chocolate can do wonders. That and getting out of the house even when you don't want to. I'm glad something came up for you today.
I am new to your blog. I am sorry you are hurting.
Sending thoughts of peace and calm your way.
Looking foward to getting to know you more, I love your raw beauty and honesty.
With love, Lindsay
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