My Back Yard

I am so the connector and yet I find myself mostly living in solitude. Sometimes that is agony, and sometimes that is bliss. There is more than enough beauty in my back yard if I have the eyes to see, and the wisdom to not be in front of a computer connecting with invisible friends who cannot touch my skin, look into my eyes, hold me if I need it, laugh, cry and talk rubbish. Sitting on my back step in a Sunday afternoon sunshower, hanging clothes on the line, walking barefoot on the grass.........feeling warm concrete under my feet.........sometimes and mostly, my back yard is enough.

I am so the connector and yet I find myself mostly living in solitude. Sometimes that is agony, and sometimes that is bliss. There is more than enough beauty in my back yard if I have the eyes to see, and the wisdom to not be in front of a computer connecting with invisible friends who cannot touch my skin, look into my eyes, hold me if I need it, laugh, cry and talk rubbish. Sitting on my back st…  (read more)

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