Sunday evening 8/26/07

Arriving home tonight. Hauling my belongings up the front stairs. As I sit to meditate, I feel the effort of bringing my stuff back in the house in a quickened breathing rate. Remembering conversations with my mom and daughter, some resolution to past family issues. Good conversations, a feeling of understanding. I brought home a plant that my mother didn't want anymore, noting my tendency to take in homeless dogs and cats and now a plant. The first few minutes after arriving home, I am lonely.