I am on a train to fire island, leaving the pride festivities behind me in NYC . My dog, Lupe, is sleeping in her bag beside me. Suddenly I am overcome with this deep sense of loneliness. I can feel it swirling around in my chest like leaves caught in a wind tunnel. Why am I felling this? It doesn't matter. Part of being human is experiencing feelings. Depending on your view, they can either be a blessing or a curse. I choose it to be a blessing and I will sit with this feeling and not try to change it. Just it roll in and out like a gentle wave. Happy pride!!! And remember we are not alone, ever.