dear diary

its been weeks of rain. and gloom. some pretty scary weather. and devastation for many. heartbreaking. breathtaking. beautiful.

it renews your respect for Mother Nature. such power.

it renews your faith and I count my blessings. such protection.

I don't know if it the dreary days. stormy nights. it is worry. concern. compassion. but I feel inconsolable.

I sit and stare at the monitor and think if I type it out. it will help. so I type. and perhaps you read. and understand. and say, yeah, me too!

I think that is the benefit of you, dear diary. you listen. and help me sort it out.

'today I start a diary; it's against my usual habits, but out of a clearly felt need.'