Tuesday, November 17, 2009
Sometimes it frightens me.
The depth and strength of the feelings that my children can generate in me.
Especially when they are not around.
The photo above was taken at No. 1 daughter's wedding in London last August.
When I look at this picture, I recognise the people in it. I know that I love them dearly, that I would gladly die for them. They make me outrageously happy. They fill my soul.
And yet, part of me feels detached from them.
To the point of barely recognising our connectedness.
Is this the way its supposed to be?
I don't feel sad.
I'm just curious.