Emotions Are Sacred.
My most wise friend V says that phrase to remind me that the truth is in the feelings. (Sacred, up there, doesn’t have any spiritual or religious overtones; it simply means they are the highest form in the pantheon of our brain’s little doo-dads and thingies.) This is something I must remember as the grieving for our loss of K continues. 1st Thanksgiving without her on earth. +1 month and 13 days. Yesterday, I watched a David Mamet movie from 1998, “The Spanish Prisoner.” I’m reasonably certain we saw it together in the theater, but I’m uncertain. Clearly, I think we saw everything Mamet wrote/directed. So anyway, I semi-enjoyed the movie but later I wondered if I’d picked this movie to deliberately make myself sad. (It was an ok caper movie, pretty ok cast, Steve Martin wasn’t bad.) Of course I was, so many things to talk about with her and I never will do again. Well, the feeling is sacred. Now I must find the truth of this feeling. Thanks for reading. (The picture is the Fabulous Offspring at the Landmark Center here in St. Paul. I didn’t label the pic for the room, but it’s quite the fireplace.)