Tucson tear
I went to a workshop and a woman spoke of her brush with death. As she talked about the ordeal and the many feelings she had about her situation and relationships with the people around her, I found tears running down my face. At that moment I knew something had given inside and I would not be the same after that.
Maybe it was compassion for her because I knew, or maybe it was just identification and an understanding of what was coming down the pike. All I know is it was ok. I am not alone as my fractured thinking has led me to believe. Theres power in that.
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Nowadays I can cry easily. I wonder why?
You asked me once if the hep c is gone in me. It is. I am so grateful and you are in my prayers. Yesterday I was back in so. or. in the stomping grounds region, and so much came rushing back to me, as it always does. Memory lane, that.
a homeopathic practitioner once told me that a near death experience gives you a lot more empathy for the suffering of others ..
no, you are not alone.
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