Sunday, August 05, 2007
All alone, miles from pavement
Woke this morning a little disconcerted. Things feel off. Like no one's here, even me. But the dog can see me, I can tell, though he hasn't eaten the morning food I gave him. Am I dreaming? Called my hubby just to hear his voice. Left a message. Holding off calling the bean, too risky, what if I'm right, and I don't exist. Where am I? Am I here? Whoa. Time for more coffee.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
3 comments:
I know that feeling, Ms. Ample. "If my family isn't here...am I?"
You get over it. And you realize that yes, YOU are most certainly here. The still part of you that exists when no one else is calling your name for anything, anything at all.
It can be glorious.
glorious indeed!!
And so peaceful!!!!!!!! Ahhhhhh
Post a Comment