an excerpt

[bearsir]

Relief is exactly the right word-my chosen family, and especially my constellation of intimates, is my harbour in the world. Some days I really need one. But it’s not just an end-of-the-day sense of relief, the kind where after the travails of a workday you get to finally take your shoes off and put your feet up and have a short measure of

Comments

[diadactic]

I always find it hard to read/listen when you express these sentiments

[mattblakk]

This kind of relief is also a relief from a lifetime of solitude and doubt.

Sign me up, please. I feel as the whole of my world to whom I feel connected is orbiting as satellites. Could use some closer passes.

Ahh, the tyranny of distance.