Post Script

Talking about Y a few months ago, with very inuitive friend. She was right on target about him, about me. She said I'd end it with him but not to be sad, because "a big love is coming." I know she was right. I do feel that other coming too. Just not here yet. On the way. It's part of that cleaning house thing I was talking about a couple of days ago. I can't create art or love without this period in between. Without letting the dust settle first. Without clearing my life of all the extraneous matter.

Going to settle into bed now. 'night...