Where am I? In a moving spiral of some kind. Not a flat spin on a circle as near as I can tell, but a spiral, that is a return on one plane but is beyond the earlier point at the same time. This thread was started because of emotions that wanted attention but were not easy to put into words.

More recently what has needed attention is my aching heart. Between the heartache and the open air, there are defenses, grudges, attitudes, places of hardness which absorb vibrations and striking blows. I guess the hard places are there for a reason, and it is not a question of going without them in life, they have to be lived with. It hurts so badly under the hardness of heart. I have to give the hurting heart permission to live, to breathe, to pulse, even though I don't want to feel the hurt. If I want to feel my heart, I have to feel my hurt. I wish I could just put the hurt to sleep, but then my heart would stop.