Journaling... Good weekend. Caught up on a bunch of stuff, though laundryland still looks like a hand grenade went off in a hamper. Went on long hike with new hiking club today. Thirty-eight showed up! Like hiking parade. Good, fun group. And serious about hiking. Today, just 4 1/2 hrs., though. A mere stretch o' the legs.
My wife is still in Chicago visiting Daughter &1/2 (5 mos. pregnant with a girl). No contact between my wife and I in 5 days.
Just thought of an excellent book I read once, Haven't seen it mentioned on this board, yet. How To Survive The Loss of a Love, by Somebody Cosgrove (and others). Good, light, healing read. Must dig it out and revisit. Anyway, I thought of it while typing the "no contact with my wife" line. As I typed that, a passage from that buck sprung to mind: short 'poem' listing things one misses about one's love, ending with "after a while, I will miss missing you" or was it, "after a while, I will miss missing loving you." Something like that.
I thought detachment would feel final and empty. So far it feels like nether.
Courage to all you good DBers.
Gardener
"My soul, be satisfied with flowers, With fruit, with weeds even; but gather them In the one garden you may call your own." Cyrano deBergerac
