Insane though it is, here I am again. Thank you to Rick for being the one, and I mean one post that I had today. It is late, for me anyhow, and I am listening to the wind outside of the house. Everyone else is sleeping, including the two dogs.
Comfort above all else is important to me, don't know where this came from, but it popped into my head as I sit here. I find comfort in many forms. My favorite old jeans, my gray tagless tee shirt. My "house cleaning" pants, holes in the legs and all. I also find comfort in certain scents: someone's last drag on a cigarette, before entering a building, that reminds me of my Dad, and those wretched Camel's. I find comfort in a steaming bowl of soup, half wishing that someone else made it, but knowing I did. (I really don't enjoy a can or jar of soup, I like a good hearty homemade soup, but never ever split pea, I won't say what that reminds me of.....) I find comfort in singing a goodnight song to my daughter, it is part of our routine. I find comfort sitting silently with my husband, after a day, doesn't have to be long. I find comfort when the phone rings at 830 am and before the caller ID tells me, I just know it will be Joyce. Comfort in a favorite or memorable song, even if it makes me cry. Crying is also one of those things that can make you comfortable, emotionally. I took a seminar once and the group leader said, "Crying is a catharsis, it cleanses you emotionally." I remember that everytime I can't shut down the waterworks. I tell myself that in the end, I cry for a reason, and when it is done, I will feel better. Sometimes I listen to myself, sometimes I don't.
So, here I am, tired, but not sleepy, and again I am rambling, hope that these thoughts are better than the last!
Goodnight to all, sleep in the comfortable arms of slumber.
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I'm crying from how poignant your post is and Rick's comment. Me, too, about comfort. I find comfort in many of the things and experiences you each mentioned. Human touch is so comforting to me; I miss the hugs of my friends who've moved, as much as the laughter and all the inbetween. I've learned to cherish comfort found in other ways!
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