not quite whole

Hmmm contemplative post.

Maybe i am not quite whole?

To feel whole. What does that actually feel like?

Of course i am totally whole all the time, containing all that i am, today content.

Like the moon, just looking from our planet the moon appears to go through phases.

To be whole i might imagine that all is perfect, but what is perfect, when i am here i can't be there, when i am sick i can't be healthy, when i am sad i can't be happy, when i kiss you i cannot not:)

Do you know? did you ever try? when you curl up your lips as in a smile, you cannot think bad thoughts. I just liked to add that here, i got it from Aria, she's still sleeping i assume soon her days begins while mine is coming to an end.

Anyway i am getting better and better realizing to be whole; it's okay to cry or be afraid, or feel uneasy or whatever your perk might be. And when i am laughing it's okay to know that not all is well, maybe it's all part of being whole.

maybe what i say makes no sense or you think i am reinventing the wheel. (Margriet threw that in today, 'to reinvent the wheel!', as a good thing and i am doing a painting now that i will call that, because when she came i was working on a round piece of wood)

Anyway when you let me talk i often wander off

It's all part of who i am, totally, contained, content and always whole. Whole like all of us, it's what we are.