I’m horrified that we locked my sweet, loveable, funny aunt into a prison of silence, where she dreaded the day she would die and go to the hell we had created.
Category: emotion
Essential Work (101st Post)
I’m scared like everyone else right now. I have one of those essential jobs where I come out of isolation to sell groceries to people, some of whom could be contagious. The anxiety hangs on me like an extra weight that I carry wherever I go. Sometimes it gets me down but it’s my job … Continue reading Essential Work (101st Post)
Step Into the Storm
Every time I sit down to write, my anxieties flood through my mind and make it hard to concentrate. I've been meditating a bit before I start, and I decided to write down my thoughts: Step Into the Storm It roars Square your shouldersLet it blow Breathe Move forward Step into it The debris collides with you … Continue reading Step Into the Storm
Five Minutes Ago
Five minutes before, he was marrying the woman who had just died after sixty years of marriage. And less than five minutes before then, he was scrambling on the decks of a sinking ship.
Southern Baptist Terror
"Let me ask you," he said to the little children, "If you were to die in your sleep tonight, where would you go?"
Clean Face, Clean Slate
What I saw when I removed the mask....
Is This What an Empath Is?
I don’t have mystical or psychic abilities but I possess qualities that would identify me as an empath. At church, when I greeted people, I surveyed their faces. Was there sadness or fatigue in the eyes? Were there worried lines behind the smiles? Or were they masking everything over? When I shook their hands, I … Continue reading Is This What an Empath Is?
