Saturday, January 22, 2011
"from the clear centre of my heart, there are no edges to my loving you."
My son turned 25 today. Wow, seems like only yesterday I watched him as a 10 year old boy.
I have felt as though in some sort of mild funk today. So, I hibernated and gorged myself on television and reading. My heart bears the weight of a strange restless, listless fog. I rearranged my room, in an effort to pierce through the monotony. I have attended only 1 meeting this week. I should have attended three. I could not bring myself. I find the energy of others exhausting and somewhat annoying. Sleep provides a satisfactory escape.