Split aparts

Imagine always reaching out for something that is not there!

Life is full and rich and whole, but something is missing.

All my life I have had these feelings.  Sometimes they fueled my imagination and my writing flourished.  Sometimes they just left me feeling alone and misunderstood.

And then about two years ago the transformation began.   A simple appreciation of something I wrote blossomed into a friendship rivaling that of Damon and Pythias.  It started so simply and progressed so naturally I barely noticed.

There is much to be said for a friendship where even my ugliest emotions are understood and accepted, because that clears the way for all the beautiful ones before, after and in between.  To be loved and understood is the greatest gift there is.