The anniversary of my father's death is coming up and I always get in this slump.
"After great pain a formal feeling comes--
The nerves sit ceremonious like tombs;
The stiff Heart questions--was it He that bore?
And yesterday--or centuries before?
The feet, mechanical, go round
A wooden way
Of ground, or air, or ought,
Regardless grown,
A quartz contentment, like a stone.
backpacking in europe is an awesome idea i think you should persue that, i went backpacking around australia was one of the best experiances of my life
sorry to hear about your cat *bighugs* x