Thus we go through life finding mysterious and sometimes fleeting satisfaction in encounters with others, much of it occurring beneath the surface. As we go buzzing about our big and important lives, a part of us is always seeking stillness, or strangeness, or the color red.--Cary Tennis, www.salon.com
Is there something wrong with acknowledging this, in saying--Yes, I am seeking that satisfaction. Will you join me here in the search for red?" And yet I find myself frowning, fretting for responses that are not on their way. I feel like I have forgotten the steps to the dance while watching others twirl around me. I reach out my hand and snatch at recently empty air, and sigh that there is no hand grasping for me.
