Visit to Lurksville

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I just lost a wordy post to cyberspace. I was writing about my appreciation for

these sycronities and little sprigs of joy that contineously spring up and keep

things in balance and restore inner harmony. All these joys and yet too, deep

within my cavernous soul I'm experiencing a grief that is breaking my heart wide

open. It leaves me feeling like I don't want to die with that trapped inside,

that which is beyond " most's " knowing and understanding. Maybe it's just for me

to come to terms with...to know that it can be so. But it is indeed odd to have

such a spectrum of experiences all at the same time...some of it so deep that no

one would know unless they went spelunking heart first through my soul. It's not

depression, rather my soul and heart are grieving.

I was just invited to the symphony for Beethoven's Symphony No. 9 paired with

the Transmigration of Souls. Hello cello! I best take my trusty hankie. And then

the following week it is Pink. There's a good balance, lol.

I find that I'm starting to write more like a blog than what this forum is

intended for...so I've scoped out " Lurksville " and like what I see. I hear the

night life is amazing (though I am a morning person), and that it's the

watermelon capital of the universe. I'll pay a visit soon to assist with the

fall harvest and then dig my roots in along the banks of " Lurksville Creek " , and

sway in and out of the posts with the autumn breeze until all my leaves have

shed and I'm able stand completely " vulnerable " on my own.

 

Peace and Harmony:

Danielle