Punched in the Heart...

It is a rare thing indeed when you can read something in blogland that really connects with your soul. My Aunt Gail used an expression in her journal that has so accurately described my feelings, I've felt the breath knock out of me.

"Punched in the heart..."

Something so simple, and beautiful, and true.

They say that a soul goes through seasons. I am clearly experiencing a crisp winter myself. I'm tired. I am disillusioned. I am breaking. I wish I could play it all cool, and distant. I'd love to pretend that it's great. But, I've just never been wired that way. I am the one who calls a spade a spade. Right is still right, and wrong is still wrong. In some things there are no gray areas. I can not make truth any less honest for anyone.

This is painful.

This is bruising my heart...