What can I say when I feel I so deeply that the words don’t express what I am feeling?
I want to try but I also don’t want to say something that I can’t take back.
We have known each other for so long that we don’t have to say anything to know what the other is thinking.
My left hand, more specifically, my left index and ring fingers hurt when I wake up every morning. Sometimes I think it is arthritis but I fear it is carpel tunnel syndrome.
I should have it checked out. I think it may be aging at this point or something to just live with but eventually I will have to address the weakness I feel.
Some days it is more pronounced. I wonder if it is diet related as well. Inflammation? All I know is pain sucks.
As I sit outside enjoying the sunshine; I want to wish everyone a happy and beautiful Easter. I hope all are well and with loved ones.
I have been thinking about finding my voice. Again. Inside my head I think I have found it. In my heart I have doubt.
I have a dream of being shown riches of rubies and emeralds inside a room in a mansion that feels familiar but just out of reach.
I awake thinking that the precious gemstones are mine if I can find my way back to the hidden room. I focus on the gems mostly because of the riches they represent but I don’t see the search as the important part of the mystery.
I think the room represents my innermost thoughts and the precious gemstones represents stories or writings which are waiting for me to find my way back to them.
My journey is on going. I am searching for what is just out of reach. What I seek is invisible and eternal. It isn’t shining and easily found.
I must find my way.
My way.
Work. It can drain all the joy from your day when you have to do something you don’t like or want to do. I feel joyless today. Work.
