but this is my therapy.....

i can't not write, not blog, not post! even if no one ever reads it, the words must come out. what a burden to carry inside - like having molten lava inside your chest, knowing you must release it or it will consume you, from the inside out. that's how i feel. this morning's walk was wonderful compared to the last week's worth - its been cold and i can handle that, but its been cold and RAINY, cloudy, dark and dreary, the outside weather reflecting my inner despair. but this morning, once again i felt the hope of a new day, the dark line of clouds diminishing as the beginning of a sunrise struggled to make itself seen. the great blue heron was there; max and i managed not to disturb it standing on the rocks by the second fall, water several inches deep. just a few weeks ago, the rock was exposed, dry and above the water line; with the rain we have had, a whole layer of rocks that max and i walked on are now under water, just a few inches and if it were not 30something degrees out, i would not mind the wet and i would continue on my path as usual. friday, the end of a very rough week, the start of a rougher weekend? hopefully not.