More painful than any treachery, any bigotry is the loss of love, the loss of togetherness and the loss of a dream or a vision. I miss Arun but that won't make him come back.
Today I woke up at around 8.05 am from a dream I don't remember. I was on the mat by 8.30. I did my usual routine and here I am feeling groggy. The cacophony of chirping birds was music to my ears.
Yesterday I did Tarot readings for three signs and went to meet Suma. She's alright. She doesn't talk much. We studied dementia and chanted.
I skipped going for the play reading yesterday. Just didn't feel like it.
Instead I sat and worked on my novel and spent time on sm.
Arundhati Roy's mother was kind of harsh on her and her brother. She sprung out from poverty and ill-treatment. She is a great author. I like this book much more than I liked God of Small Things.
Now I'll read, do Tarot, work and write. It should be a good day!
I am feeling:
Slightly sleepy
Groggy
Happy with a tinge of heartache
Loving
Quiet
Solitary
Solemn
I am grateful for God's infinite love, Grace and blessings on my life.
Love,
Me.
11.20 am
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