Part way through the day, the despair hovers, settles.
I take deep breath and continue on, lean into the sadness, accept it.
It passes quickly and I am relieved. It has been a better day than I could have imagined.
Night closes in and I am ready, ready to rest, ready to find the soft shelter of bed - anxious to snuggle down into fresh, clean sheets, cuddle deep and quiet.
Sleep is medicine and I will drink it back complete.
Nov. 20, 2011
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