Saturday, December 08, 2007
In it..and finding
Empty is still there. Here. Present.
But I am not as empty.
New thoughts are falling into place...
So now I am IN change. Beyond the moment of transition and into the transition itself.
I have no doubt that this is a slow process. But I am fascinated none the less.
What is comfort...and what is the difference between what is comfortable and what is comforting. And what do you do to take action towards your own comfort.
Can the Empty be comforting? Independence is its own kind of comfort.
But I go back to the words of the Millay poem:
"there was a shutter loose, it screeched...swung in the wind, with no wind blowing
I was afraid and turned to you,
put out a hand to you for comfort.
And you were gone.
Cold, cold as dew under my hand, the moonlight lay....."