Letters to the Moon....

There is a word for everything in the human experience. Well, almost everything. I find myself at a loss.  I know there is a word for what I am experiencing, yet  I have not discovered it as of yet. Have you ever finished a book and then felt a void in your spirit, a sort of emptiness, from not having another book to read? Many readers have experienced this from time to time. Working in a library, I hear this a great deal. I have experienced this feeling from time to time; however, as a writer, I experience this feeling when I do not have a notebook of blank paper to write in.  I try to keep at least one notebook in my home for my writing. I write letters, grocery lists, poems, essays, random thoughts that no one will ever see.  I recently found myself without a notebook to write in. It was an uncomfortable feeling for me; in those times, it felt as if  I had a cloth wrapped around my mouth, which rendered me silent.  I don’t like to experience this at all. As such, I try to

Life has been upside down of late. Ever since the accident, nothing is the same. My life has been a comedy of errors. I have been in a perpetual state of limbo. Down is up. Black is white. Tuesday’s Wednesday. (A “Xanadu” movie reference.) Everything has been upside down for me. Everything is out of sorts. So many things have no resolution. I feel I’m walking on unstable ground which undulates beneath me, sabotaging my every step. Everything is in a state of limbo. Things need to resolve themselves. I need to have resolution. In the days ahead, I look to resolution. The puzzle pieces need to come together. I crave for this, I yearn for this. Things will not be complete without it. I will not be complete without it. I need this. I need to be made whole. Resolution is coming. It's a matter of time. I’m nervous yet excited for its arrival. I look forward to the relief and release which comes from resolution. ©