The strokes - from the graphite, the diamond

Written on 25-NOv-2014

    I am trying to coax myself...to gear up my spirit and move past this impasse hoping that this too shall pass. 

    I've taken time for the whole process - of taking it in and ruminating. As the images and memories flash across my mind's eye, the pleasant nostalgic stroll is engulfed by a wave of sickening nausea. The emotional churning is intense. The retching and its aftertaste leaves me bitter.  I can sense a storm stirring up a cauldron of turmoil inside my being which threatens to throw up any moment