Aug 16, 2010 02:13
The house is quiet. Everyone is asleep. I find myself lonely and yet, strangely disconnected from things. My mind is free to wander paths that my feet cannot. One) Writing, like any other skill takes practice. I find myself misspelling words that I should not simply because I no longer write. I will have to fix this, because I pride myself on the intelligence of my written word.
Two) And the meat of my meditations tonight, I wish I had known my husband as a child. That's it. There's nothing more to add, I guess. I just wish we had been able to share our childhood with each other. I think it would have opened a world of possibilities.