Saturday morning

Lethargic.  That's the word I am looking for.  I want to hide for a while.  Just a few weeks.  I was reading about the trapped miners in Chile the other day.  About the emotional trauma they suffered from being trapped.  The joy they each felt when they finally were brought to the surface.  The strange way they all reacted.  One man brought rocks with him that he handed out to people as he made his way through the throngs of officials, politicians, reporters, family members, etc.  That really struck me.  Two months trapped under the earth and when he is finally released from his prison, he feels compelled to share a part of his captor with everyone.  It seemed like some wacky variation of Stockholm syndrome.  Maybe there is a lesson here for me.  Perhaps I need to be wary of being so buried under my feelings that I begin to depend on them.  To see my sadness as an integral part of me.  And then, when I do emerge from this darkness, I will be compelled to share pieces of it with those around me.