If am not aware I might be overwhelmed by life. So much is going on 24/7. Baby births and lobster fests. Projects and deadlines seem to be looming above my head and I wonder do the bedouin people have the same feeling? I remember going to nine weddings. And nine birthday parties at Chuck E. Cheese within a years time. I think it’s okay to hibernate during the summer isn’t it? I’ve NOT been writing either so what gives. With recent events I continue to pray and not give up. Then I listened to Pablo Neruda poems and one stood out. The one about the bane of exsisting. The gift of dread and longing. I long for quiet, tranquility and isolation but only for a moment.