i never want this to be a shiny sort of space. a picture of perfection, a place for "right" answers.
yes, i post pictures of the life bucolic and love the vistas, but the truth is also that wide open spaces isolate.
it's a strange thing, this writing-life-online. it connects and it severs, and sometimes i can't tell the difference.
i haven't felt this lonely since high school--lonely and yet almost never alone. the semi-solitary life of parenting littles isolates me from both the community and solitude for which i long.
my feet need to move, but i'm stuck deep in muck that holds fast and reeks of decay.
my heart cries out for a new song.
