The cleanup begins. Bulldozer or broom, the damage has been done. The imprint made. Such polarity, one side of the street to the next. They’ll tell you to lift up your bootstraps and get to work. Great, OK, but where are those boots anyway? Surrender. Give in to those tears of released fear, […]
Gone. All gone. I can’t breathe. You can. Close your eyes. Put one hand to your belly, one hand to your heart. Breathe in through your nose, go slow. Feel the breath on your hand as your belly moves. Breathe out through your mouth, slowly. Feel the breath on your hand as your chest
Gushing. Flooding in. It is so much to bear. The overwhelming torture of loss on the grandest scale. How? Why? Why… My heart is broken at my feet. Trampled over and weary. My poor heart. I can’t. I just can’t take anymore. My exhaustion is exhausted. Empty. Done. There is no more. I cried and
Good Morning. I named my son William Harrison. That is when we learned of your illness and death after your long speech. ‘An unfortunate, undesired end to an epic epoch.’ (William shows me a regretful smile.) Welcome. Is there anything you would like to share? ‘Do not be afraid to stand and be called,
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It’s hard, so hard. I know you want to give in, give up. Don’t. You can’t see it now. It is underneath the flood, laden in the murky depths. Don’t. The water will recede. Don’t. You can’t see it but I can. Your divine spark, though dim is still
(I feel trapped energy like being inside a rubber ball. The sides are flexible but there is no release.)What are you showing me Thomas? ‘My mind. I’m trapped, I cannot break free.’ What is in your mind that makes you feel this way? ‘Anger, frustration, so much hatred.’ What is the cause of these feelings?
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