Yes, we are strangers, and yet, companions on our journey.
"Even from a dark night, songs of beauty can be born."
Ah, a balm of words to soothe the weary heart.
Please feel free to share poetry here anytime. I draw comfort from it.
That goes for everyone. Okay?
Deb,
"Today is my 1 yr. anniversary of the bomb. Of all days this is the one day my H is coming over!"
Eeeks! I've got an IV of empathy here. I'm sending gentle energy your way.
The poem "Time of Echoes" wrote itself in the middle of the night and wouldn't let me sleep until I dragged myself out of bed and wrote it down.
This was not the first time, and if history is an indicator, it won't be the last. Yaaawn....
I went grocery shopping this morning and felt my body turn on me. You know...rigid muscles, clenched jaw, thumping heart, laborious smile and a strong desire to curl up in a ball on the floor. Now there's a picture.
Wish there was an icon for that!
I had to white knuckle my cart through the gall-darn store.
I think that I'm only going to journal "memories" a bit at a time for now. This exercise tends to stir a lot up when I try to capture certain memories in writing as opposed to just browsing them as they float through my head.
I've got an IV of empathy here. 
