A grown up man sets out on a journey to meet himself. Perhaps at six, with light in his eyes. and love in his heart. He sets out to explain why his life has taken him to a place belonging to someone else. But he can’t! He just sits in silence with tears in his […]
Home. I’ve missed it, my whole life. The place where I belong. The place for rest, safety, belonging. The place where I can be I, and you can be you. My whole life has been a search for the way home. Home to myself.
Melancholy. Sadness. Grounds me. Prepares me. Don’t resist! Or it intensifies. Perceptive. A window. Connecting. With life. Outside.
It’s strange. I never thought of myself as a lover. But it touches me deeply. My pain is a loving sensitivity. Perhaps? Different stories come to my mind. I’ll tell them another time. Maybe all this is a construction? But I think not. Right now!