new friend? even speaking to ourselves can be comforting, especially because we can get just the answers you want.
i remember one day when i was growing up, i was upset about something and closed the room to my door. after a while, my father knocked on the door and asked if i wanted to talk.
i have thought about that episode many times. maybe because i rarely get upset, but most of all because i felt my father was wise and loving when he invited me to talk with him.
the written word is also a way of talking. and a fun and satisfying way that is.
i have two porcupines that i 