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But right now I suspect any post I write will sound like a whine. Because the truth of the matter is that I just put my daughter on a plane to the east coast, and I won't be seeing her again for several months, so I'm sad. And when I'm sad, the droop shows as clearly as the laundry hanging from this woman's windows; I've never had much of a poker face. I might try to brighten things up -- you have to admit these colors are pretty much pure pleasure -- but you'll still know.
And you know, as I do, that the sadness will pass, the hole she leaves in my life will fill with other things (my husband thinks a "real job" would be an excellent candidate for that) and I'll see her again when summer comes around. But right now all I have to hang out here is the dark stuff. And even puttin' that out there is a bit of a stretch today.
Sigh.
3 comments:
The creative spirit comes in many packages!
I can empathize with your pain. It's powerful to name it to yourself, without trying to jolly or shame yourself out of it. It just IS. It's hard. They are part of us; it's natural. I'm sending love to you, and I hope you can feel it.
Thinking of you with love and affection. Xoxo
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