Nov 18, 2005 16:06
A distinctive sinking feeling has come for visit, and no matter what angle I tilt it at, I just can't seem to find the source of the leak.
Twice in the afternoon, I sat down for a spell- and waited for meaning, motivation,a pleasant notion... And nothing came.
When the weather is cold, I like to wash my hands with increased frequency. I wash them with very cold water and coarse soap. Cold weather, and cold washing makes my skin feel fair and fragile, and pinks every tip. tip of my nose, tips of my cheeks, toes and finger tips. I like to touch these reddened swollen fingertips together and count. Sometimes I count the footsteps of people walking past. Sometimes I count the things I am avoiding- but on days like today I press these finger tips together gently, and simply count the heart beats that are scarcely detectable here.
it helps me to avoid rocking when I am sitting, staring, and sinking.