For those of us who feel we've lost our souls, I often wonder if it is not our souls which are lost to us but rather the other way round, we are lost to our souls. Perhaps, like ourselves, our souls aren't lost at all, but rather are venturesome souls and are merely on holiday and will return shortly, in some way refreshed and ready to resume the mantle. As always, George a thoughtful poem. I was never slapped by a woman, but I was whacked in the head by one ( my lovely wife ) that knocked me for more loops than I can count. I don't know why she did it, but she did. We were having a heated argument in the kitchen over who knows what and bang! Out of the blue, the wallop of a lifetime,