Musing

When women disappoint me once, they almost always do it again. And again. And again. And still? I keep going back for more. Though less than before.

I think I offended an old friend.

My crazy experience of loss and fear.

I carry ancient burdens.

Meditating helps. The addict’s mind in the face of pain and loss….

What I call jealousy is really something more primitive — the fear that I’ve simply ceased to exist in your mind.

Poor decision-making on my part.

Living in fear of the past….

Charlotte lifts her dress for me, and I manage to be… disappointed?!?

I fly toward flames — jealousy, rejection, abandonment — and then wonder why I’m singed. Charlotte and I are working out the terms of our burning.