Sadness abounds. It can certainly build that tunnel around us.
But what keeps me sucking air is the remembrance that I'm really not alone in there. It's not an immediate consolation, of course. That bites ass.
I remember a phrase from, of all things, an odd sci-fi episode: "we're all on the same conveyer belt." I find that quite freeing, actually.
But I am sorry to read that you went thru this without a hand to hold. If it means anything, I've been eagerly looking for your next posting here. So please keep sending missives. And save me space on the conveyer belt nearby.
So much resonated with me in this post, lovely. I too, have dense breasts with wacky lumps. I've also had to tunnel a bit lately, trying to focus on reading and reflecting and going back to Thich Nhat Hanh for relief. Thanks, also, for the reminder that the country of my parents' birth isn't the relaxed place I remember it to be. Sending you lots of love. XOXO
As always your writing, thoughts and feelings touch my every nerve ending; caught up as I am in the everyday business of just getting through, attempting to do my best, but my best never being good enough…I hear you❤️🙏❤️
Sadness abounds. It can certainly build that tunnel around us.
But what keeps me sucking air is the remembrance that I'm really not alone in there. It's not an immediate consolation, of course. That bites ass.
I remember a phrase from, of all things, an odd sci-fi episode: "we're all on the same conveyer belt." I find that quite freeing, actually.
But I am sorry to read that you went thru this without a hand to hold. If it means anything, I've been eagerly looking for your next posting here. So please keep sending missives. And save me space on the conveyer belt nearby.
You’re definitely not alone in there, Dave 🙏 that’s only what “they” want you to believe. And thanks for your note, as always.
So much resonated with me in this post, lovely. I too, have dense breasts with wacky lumps. I've also had to tunnel a bit lately, trying to focus on reading and reflecting and going back to Thich Nhat Hanh for relief. Thanks, also, for the reminder that the country of my parents' birth isn't the relaxed place I remember it to be. Sending you lots of love. XOXO
Dearest Nat,
As always your writing, thoughts and feelings touch my every nerve ending; caught up as I am in the everyday business of just getting through, attempting to do my best, but my best never being good enough…I hear you❤️🙏❤️
🙏🙏🙏😘 love to you, dear Heather