I’m still a little tongue-tied tonight, but I miss the soothing soul-emptying exercise of writing from my heart before I go to sleep. I just can’t find my words lately.
In a group meeting I used to attend regularly, we began the hour by going around the room, introducing ourselves, and saying how we felt in a word or two. How do I feel?
I’m happy, of course. Still incredibly happy. And…
Hmm… what’s coming up for me is that I feel full. I guess by that I mean that I feel content and satisfied and pleased. Interesting, that word, with all of my food issues. Physically, my “full” receptors are broken. I’m never full from eating. I can eat and eat and eat, and if the food is good and there is more to be had, I’ll have it.
So I find it fascinating that I feel full emotionally.
I just can’t figure out why I don’t know what to say.