Monday 11th December 2006.
13.29.
18 days since my last blog.
The loneliness is starting to get to me now…… I thought I heard the voice of someone I knew last night. It was only the wind.
I don't know if anyone is reading this…. I have to carry on believing they are or else…. I don't think I can go on my own anymore.
The nights seem to be getting darker and darker by the day and the cold only makes me more aware of the absence of other human beings.
If can I just ride through these next few days and weeks, I might be able to survive and survive stronger than before.
I pray daily that the good Lord will give me the strength to carry on in the face of such fearsome silence.
Tell my husband I love him.
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4 comments:
No exclamation marks.
No desertation.
It's just often when I don't have anything good to day, I try not to say anything. I think I must have read that somewhere when I was a easily influenced teenager.
If we need to write, or express, in any form then we should do so. We express in order to understand.
So keep howling and listening in the wind... you will find your own strength.
Oops. I meant desertion not desertation - whatever that means?
Cheer up, you will soon have the lovely warm atmosphere of XMas to take away the chilly silence.
I can't emphasise enough by the way how pleasant it is not to have to start thinking about XMas in October where I am (which is in Spain for those who do not know). I remember being pretty much exhausted just by the thought of XMas by the time it actually arrived when I lived in the UK, whreas for some reason the whole 'comercial XMas' thing has not really caught on over here. The preparations begin in around the 2nd week of December, and are far simpler, so now I can look forward to my annual pilgramage home with the kind of joy I want to feel at this time of year, instead of getting bored by it all by early November.
Paul,
You have inspired my next entry. I will reveal the glory of my Christmas arrnage,ents for this yeat which you would find a refreshing alterative to the commercialism of Christmas, a development which I too despair at.
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