Disappointment pounces and when it does I am left speechless. For seven days I have not spoken about it. This morning, I wrote about it and used only two ink colors and six layers. The two is all about not wanting to get up to get the jar of more colors, and the six is all about taking that many layers to say what I did. Did writing in layers banish the disappointment? Not enough, so I scanned the entire journal page, cut it up, moved it, pasted it and turned the colors inside out. Writing and doing this art will make it easier to talk with the significant one in my life. I am half dazed and half grateful for this emotion of stammering surprise--tears mixing with confusion. I recognize feeling sad for a good reason. Love grows me like nothing else can.