I woke up early this morning, 6:30 or so, and lay in bed for a long time, watching the sky get light, feeling … there is no other word for it … happy. The only way I can describe “happy” which seems way too nebulous a word with way too many unconnected connotations attached to it … is a feeling of lightness. I felt light. There was not a heaviness in my heart, or clouds in my head. There have been months at a time when I greet the day with a deep sigh. Literally. Like Olympia Dukakis in “Moonstruck”. Deep sighs are extremely therapeutic, but I only need to do them on the heavy heavy days.
It has been a wonderful fulfilling week.
I am going out to Brooklyn a bit later, to hang with my nephew Cashel. I had a great party on Friday night, I have been writing for 4 hours a day, I started up my “writing group” again (only this time with an expanded membership) and we had our first meeting Wednesday night where we set our goals as a group and as individuals, I went to a PAJAMA PARTY at a tavern in Jersey City mid-week with my roommate (the whole thing was so amusing, calling a cab on the sidewalk, wearing our pajamas, drinking martinis, in our pajamas), I reconnected with my old friend Eileen on Monday night which was a blast … we talked each other’s ears off.
So yes. This morning I feel light.
