Sad Sack

April 22, 2013


I’m all stressed out, in a suppressed kind of way. Uncomfortable in my body, seeking escape via nuts and weed, working in the yard and hiking and practicing yoga and still feeling bottled up and heavy. Like a sack, I lug myself around throughout the day.
And again, that familiar question arises, where is joy? I tell my sister to look around at how beautiful the earth is. I tell my Filly friend to exhale nice and slow and deep. This is how to access peace… and yet I sit here, with a slight stomach ache and at a loss. Tension throughout.
Oh Lord, deliver me from my poor excuse for depression.


5 Responses to “Sad Sack”

  1. elsielela said

    Come to Oaxaca in July okay!!

  2. Lara said

    sorry to hear you have the restless blues. Maybe it’s the lay period before a big burst of creativity?

  3. Jenny Day said

    your posts have such grace in them. I can relate to times when melancholy just occurs – sending warm thoughts your way.

  4. amanda said

    how do you feel about bathtubs? sometimes i feel like a bathtub is the only vessel that can handle my blues.

    and also remember they will pass, it may take awhile, but feelings float (trudge) through..they always do.

  5. Jim Farrar said

    Hang in there. This too shall pass and before a blink of the eye you will be in Santa Cruz. Love, Jim

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