This morning, something swelled in me- I fully recognized my powerlessness in directing myself toward what is good for me- I don't like being flawed- be it perfectly of not. And since embracing ones weaknesses is the only way to change them, then I need to learn to hold myself- my mother never did- It is my responsibility to touchstone that woman in myself, and embrace me. This- this is being in touch with your feminine side.
I sit here at this keyboard shaking as I am writing these words- I am at once 14, lacking in so much knowledge of myself, a confused kid that lives on a level that most earthlings do not even care about.
"The wise man dieth just like the fool" The wealthy man, just like the impoverished one- Solomon said "all else is vanity".
I believe vanity is the source of all unhappiness and angst.
People places and things I need but do not each a wedge between me and what my soul yearns for.
It is a good day to hug myself.
This change of season has . Indian Summer! My spirit alone runs around naked in the cold. There must be more than me, for me to love, for me to embrace. Unconditionally. There must be more to feel- than the vacancies my desires have created, Yearning for an eternal ahhhh or oooooh I crawl around on the floor of my soul looking for a piece of love, as a crack addict might franticly search for a crumb he just had to drop.
I could sure use a hug from myself today.

{{{{{D}}}}}}...this is a wonderful write....yet another way to let it fall...may you also accept this hug from me and know that I truly care