From an e-mail I wrote this morning:
I find myself this morning feeling sensitive, but in a good way. You know that feeling when sometimes it feels like your heart is bigger, and it may also be exposed? Like emotions seem more electrical and fiercer and almost tangible? When your lungs feel tight as if they're wrapped in silken sheets of raw emotion. It's a good tightness. That's how I'm feeling today.
That feeling makes me want to write stuff down. And then I feel like I should send it to you because I want you to know where I am.
And then Real Work stepped in and whisked my mind away, and I remembered it's Christmas tree decorating tonight, and I got an invitation to a long ago dear, dear friend's wedding in London next year, completely unexpectedly. And my best Friend K and her new daughter Ava are here from Sydney, and then I got a comment on the last post that made me feel so very good (a bit like a Sub A kid who got a gold star) and I realised how lucky I am to have woken up this morning with all my emotions standing to attention!
And, while I fear my gushy writing is, well, just gushy, I felt the need to gush a bit. I apologise.
Those silken sheets of raw emotion... rubbing me up the right way... Who could ask for more?
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