Today is one of those days. I suppose, that if I had been born 200 years ago, I'd have been a pioneer - always picking up and moving on, unsettled when the feeling of roots being spread starts up, always off to new and better, unexplored things.
I love my husband, I love our children, I love my house, I love my life.
But sometimes, there's this itch, this longing, this unnamed something that hovers, just out of sight, niggling in my head, in my heart...
And on those days, I yearn for something more, but can never quite put my finger on where it is I'd like to be, or what I'd do once there...I only know I wish for clarity, for fulfillment, for peace to come over my head and heart.