Ah, back at my computer putting my thoughts and feelings
down on, well not on paper, but on the screen in front of me. It’s such a weird
thing to do. My fingers dance across the keyboard, tapping away, bouncing from
one key to another, and before me appear words and sentences and paragraphs. I
feel the tension drain away from my back and I relax, my eyes closed as I let
my thoughts flow from my mind down through my nervous system and out of my
fingertips. There is a sensation of peace sweeping over me similar to the gentle
lapping of surf across my toes as I sit in a plastic chair at the edge of the
beach where sand and water meet.
Then the doorbell rings and the dogs start barking and my
husband yells from the other room, “Could someone see who is at the door?”
