Oh, maybe a bit longer.

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I am weary.  However, I am getting a few things done.  I am hoping to, perhaps, do a few more tasks.  I'll probably put another load of laundry through, maybe hit the kitchen a bit, take the trash out.  More?  Maybe.  While weary, I am not absolutely crashing.

The last time I slept I had a dream.  I won't go into all of the details.  Just that I am pretty sure it was a real woman I was sensing.  Which one I can't tell.  Perhaps one I haven't met.  Few of my women started out as friends, and on that score, until some things were settled, if it lasted long enough to sort, it went downhill from there.  Eventually she would, if it lasted that long, make me her best friend.  Much as one sweats onions, I sweated women... down to the sweet, or smokey, goodness.  Anyway...


Having gong through love, and losses, and death, and over and again, there was a large part of my life in which I so strongly but blindly desired.  While there is a truth to that, it is not longer the whole of the truth.  I mean I could be satisfied without more.  Yet I would truly enjoy more.  It is amazing what faith really can do.  A powerful faith.  Fulfilled, though, in love, as well as in faith, would simply be that one step closer.  A lot more work, in some ways, and less in others.  Love of that sort isn't an answer, it is a path, a different one.  A better one.

Oh, I know.  I see their ways and through their whiles.  I understand why.  And I smile.

Yeah.  I may not, yet, have been given to move mountains.  But this?  This I can do.