Welcome to my world. I blog from New Hampshire's seacoast region, with original photos, poems, fiction, and ruminations reflecting my life here and my native Midwest, all the way to the Pacific Northwest, mainly. Some would say I'm a retired hippie or a veteran journalist, but I'd argue there's much more. I love traditional Greek and New England contradances and singing in the Boston Revels' community choir, for instance. You're quite welcome to place your hand in mine or add to the harmony!
Not as long as you keep seeing her mind as the damp spidery cave below her navel.
Of course you’re feeling incomplete after Wendy. It may take you a lifetime to understand why, or just how you’re wired, psychologically, but when we learned of this side of your situation, we considered it a plus. In your current wounded psychic state you’re more open and perceptive to certain energies than you’d otherwise be. Just ride with it. We’re here for you, after all.
Besides, it’s no use trying to get over her. Just think of it as an infection and take your Vitamin C.