My space has been sacred and quiet, a place of solitude and introspection. Inviting another in to share that space feels so human and lovely, but also alien and awkward, as if I have to keep coming back to the sense of myself purely alone to know what I am feeling and what to do with that.
It feels like I'm learning a foreign language, one that I have a childhood familiarity with, a facility for, but no conscious ability to actually speak. And I'm doing pretty ok trying to understand it, but to speak it myself, to read it and be certain there is comprehension? I am lost in that.
I don't know what I'm comprehending. Or if I'm understanding anything accurately at all. It feels like I am, but only because I'm trying so hard that I'm getting this done out of sheer force of will. So it comes with stress and effort and a sense of tiredness, this trying to understand how I feel and what to do with it.
Is there an easier way? A less taxing approach? I'm sure there is, but I confess I don't know what it is. I don't have a place of relaxation in the midst of this sort of ambiguity. Maybe I'm learning that, but I don't have it yet.
Or maybe I have put myself in the middle of something so far beyond me that there is no way for me to make sense of my present circumstances. I think this is a possibility as well, but cannot tell which is more true, which is more real, which is more useful.
I am exactly as I seem, but I think there are many, many layers to what I am, and what is visible is not all there is.