Truer words never spoken

Wasn’t it a relief I got over the need to purge my feelings and just gave you little stories about a donkey and a gross livestock related task?  Let it never be said I have passed up a chance to share what is going on with the Cranial Circus. Ha! I wish that were true. I’ve not said things I should have said more often than speaking up. Some of those things haunt me and will find their way into my writing some day but most of them will be forever lost. I hate it when I don’t stop what I’m doing and write down brilliant lines or trains of thought. Those things haunt me more than lost opportunities to say: “I love you. Please stay.” or “I’m angry and hurt by your words.” or “No.”

“Nothing haunts us like the things we don’t say.” Mitch Albom

About Laura

When my nest emptied I moved from the big city to a little big town to tend to a ramshackle yellow house on the edge of town. These are my Yellow House Days.
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2 Responses to Truer words never spoken

  1. Oh, I don’t know. You didn’t cross any lines in MY book and I’d rather read that kind of post from you than yet another gratitude post from anyone else! I know what you mean about those lines, that brilliance, lost. Oh do I!

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