Living Richly

Every once in a while I feel like an emotional gimp. No, it's true. Limping through important events. My brother, whom I love dearly, is in the midst of a difficult divorce, but I never have the right words to say. He recently went on a meaningful spiritual retreat, but I didn't get my "heartfelt" letter written in time, because my heart can't find the right words. So I'll write it "tomorrow." My other brother became a new(er) father. His third child, a beautiful girl. Abigail Mae. And I am extremely happy for him, but somehow I can't get the "overflow" of my heart to overflow. It's there, it just lies unexpressed. There are things that twist and turn in my life, and recently those things have become quite a bit more common. But somewhere in my self there is a rush to insulate myself from the extremes.

Tonight my lovely wife and I escape to a cabin in the woods, and I hope to tear away some of that insulation, and expose the bare framework. It should be good, or at least cathartic.

If you are either of my brothers, I love you more than words can say, and I'll try to find the words soon.