...in a hundred hugs, then the worth of each spoken word should be the warmth of a million true signs of comfort.
I have not recieved many spoken words since the darkness has once again descended. It is not as heavy as it has been previously, I am not enclosed in it as deep as I would usually be, and so the few Creatures who have come forward to give me that little are truly deeply felt in my heart.
I apologise for any who have been dealing with a topsy-turvey, with one who can not string out a line of words that make sense or could even form a proper sentence, but have gone out of their way to make sure that I am all right.
Yet there is still scratching of a little mouse darting around in my mind. There is some sense being brewed within there and I thank all who have taken the time to reach out for me.
My reply will follow shortly. My proper -thank you- for all the extended 'care' they have given me when this tunnel ended. I can not properly explain, display or even comprehend myself the warmth I felt over my friends and family who took a few moments of their precious time to talk to me, or complete strangers whotook the time to read my entry and left a comment.
This road has ended.The next one is just beginning.I have no choice but to wrap myself up again, and prepare for the trek before me.
I may not see the light yet. I may not even know the path, but it is there, and I am treading it. |
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