...Like freshly chopped-up pieces of meat in the butcher window of my life, proudly displayed for all and sundry to survey. Not that I haven't been through anything recently, but that I've been quite busy.

Time then to just my thoughts into a basket.

At the moment, I lack the will to write: Emotions are blanked out from my head - All I see when I close my eyes is a blanket of unyielding darkness, my head is geared on my work, my body quivers with the small breaths of wind that exhale from the purple night sky.

Isn't it incredible how the person who can give you the most happiness, is ultimately also the one who can hurt you the most, even though that person may not be concious of this power? A woman is unfortunately, servant to her emotions: as a consequence we hurt ourselves. Sometimes in a subversive need to twist the seat of power to ourselves, we hurt others.

Yet we also have strong powers of recovery. To leave a place of hate, of anger, of destruction, and immediately start somewhere else: those are the strong instincts inherent in us - that our ultimate goal is to do "what is best", to preserve the family and society.

I think God gave me an answer tonight: One that came hidden, but was not unexpected. I know I asked for it, but I press forth, leaving no regrets behind me.