My oldest is heading back across the county to school again. I won't see her until June. And while there is Skype, phone calls and texts, its really not the same.
Its the little things I'll miss like watching "How to Steal a Million", or having tea every day after work in my mother's portmerion mugs. But most of all the intimacy of conversation that only comes about when you are both in the same room.
My dreams have been strange lately, full of odd messages wrapped in odder visuals. Last night I dreamed that the Prose Edda had pronounced that I was the "changing human" and I had to always get tattoos. My arms were intricate full sleeves of images of winter and spring, including lily of the valleys and bare trees. I planted a broken off branch of a pussy willow tree and it began to grow new branches immediately from the scars in the branches.
Change is neither good nor bad. Its change and you have to embrace it. Even if your heart is breaking.
Its the little things I'll miss like watching "How to Steal a Million", or having tea every day after work in my mother's portmerion mugs. But most of all the intimacy of conversation that only comes about when you are both in the same room.
My dreams have been strange lately, full of odd messages wrapped in odder visuals. Last night I dreamed that the Prose Edda had pronounced that I was the "changing human" and I had to always get tattoos. My arms were intricate full sleeves of images of winter and spring, including lily of the valleys and bare trees. I planted a broken off branch of a pussy willow tree and it began to grow new branches immediately from the scars in the branches.
Change is neither good nor bad. Its change and you have to embrace it. Even if your heart is breaking.
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