Meandering Through My Mind

Tuesdays often serve to leave me deep in thought. With a particularly cuddly youngest, I have time to write my thoughts and begin to play with Photoshop so it seems.

So do I have any? I'm not sure. After a few months of pouring out every intricate detail of my life has left my mind a little empty. It feels quite good not to have nasties playing around in my mind. Except I still have a desire for peace, not in a turn off the noise way but in the sort of imagery way. I've had a really vivid dream for the past few days that I'm on top of a huge suspension bridge and I just spread out my arms and let myself fall. I never land, I either just fall forever or sort of float. It's not a scary dream, and this morning as I woke up with DH's arms wrapped around me it was like he'd plucked me out of the air.

Physical contact is easier now more than ever, and has become a source of comfort. It's still limited to a few people, but I don't feel like I need a full metre of space all the way around me constantly. Snuggling with DH is now daily. Shows of affection are no longer forced, but instead the simplest thing like my hand being held seems to create a physical manifestation of the mental connection. It's a strange process, it's been like rushing my way through growing up all over again, which makes sense really.