Good Grief 214
Just back home after the long trek north and feeling incredibly ungrounded, although no longer really know what grounded would feel like any more.
Nothing much in the garden is flourishing, although it has more or less fed me this evening. It is so reflective of me at the moment. Just surviving.
It has been hot and sunny here. The neighbours are out in force sharing something with loud hilarity and it echoes down the street and across the gardens. There are newly weds in the holiday cottage next door chatting to the holiday cottage folk next door to them, 'yes, we've had champagne every day'. Why can I not stomach any of this? I don't begrudge the happiness, I begrudge the noise....and the unshakeable confidence that life will be ok. Everyone around me seems to be living several octaves higher and on a very different hymn sheet.
I hope I will be ok for the next few days. I always thought I was quite good at grounding myself. I feel progressively less sure.
It is so hard when there is nothing that feels even vaguely solid.
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