The community I found last week helps more in silent ways that I yet know. I see my youngest sleeping. I want, with tenderness and love, to beat the knowledge of his father into his brain. This is not a thing that can happen
I don't feel right saying my old desperate shameful mantra "I am nothing, I have nothing".
I don't feel the deep and desperate, breathless connection I had to a past love.
I feel John deeper.
I sense there is strength beneath the surface
I still am encompassed by inaction
My house is a chaotic maelstrom of my desire to pack or clean and inability to decide which comes first...the confusion results in inaction. which then exacerbates the conundrum.
in other words, it is a colossal mess. Even for me
At least I am reading a lot. I wish there was more to it than that. My load of camp clothes have been washed and dry and remain in the drier because all the laundry baskets are full. so the load of towels remains in the wash...festering. I will have to wash them again soon.
Plus there is the summer budget crises, advanced course. getting through this time has always been hard, even when we had John to run camps and diving stuff. Last year the only reason we made it through was because of donations from random friends and a cancer support organization. I tried so desperately to find a home to buy before the end of July so that I wouldn't have to pay rent or mortgage. That failed. At least I had been able to save the money to cover rent. Although not bills. Or really food. I have $500 left in my savings. And that is all we have until the first paycheck of the year in mid August.
We will find a way. Not because I believe in god. But because I believe in people.
And because I have no choice but TO believe.