Precarious. That’s the adjective closest to how I feel these days. Walking on a tight rope from one day to the next, balancing my emotions and trying not to be lured to free-fall into the abyss below my feet. Every step seems to carry the weight of my existence. And it is made heavier by the load of some very real responsibilities I have shouldered and evaded for far too long – ones that need to be addressed acutely.Continue reading “Tightrope Living”
Hiraeth (Welsh; noun)
A homesickness for somewhere you cannot return to, the nostalgia and the grief for the lost places of your past, places that never were.
Ella Frances Sanders
(Lost In Translation)