THIS

is what is is supposed to be like.
A WONDERFUL party. For all the libras at my friend Laura’s house.
And kids abounding and dogs and food and talk.
And everyone is home by 11.
And I even got a birthday present.
If I get any happier I’ll explode.
Oh yeah. It’s Fall and the leaves are turning and it’s beautiful.
It’s weird how ferociously I love being here.
Tomorrow a pot luck for new Unitarians.
Sunday, I join the UU group in Fayetteville, with my family around me.
I haven’t felt this happy in ages. Simply ages.
Perhaps this *is* what it is all about.
If this feeling keeps up, I will be able to write again.
Better than that, if this feeling keeps up, I’ll be able to *live* again.