this morning, an opportunity for maybe TEARS. But still. no, no tears. Instead, i have pictures. Words. Picture tears, Word tears. that translate into the language of cloth
not particuarly anyThing, but a way to Cry, to look longingly, to beseech
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I think this little person sees you clearly. I hope this is what makes you feel the bursting maybe crying feeling.
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sometimes having a little helper is what you need. I like what the two of you created.
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your words and pictures cry me a river
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i am grateful that i feel
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she has her own pencils and markers and paper but
her eyes always fall on my micro pen, the stenographers
notebook that sits here on the table to receive the
record of the days. She can’t have them, but in the
last few days has found that if she says UP and reaches
up, i take her on my lap and let her draw, if she’s
Care Full. She drew the moving marks very fast but
deliberately and i made the Eye. Dragon.LikeLike
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i wonder how that would feel, crying a river…will
go down to the creek and see if i can sense itLikeLike
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Joe Cocker sang it so well on Mad Dogs and Englishmen back in 1970
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I seldom cry also. But I have that melting heart more and more lately. From the podcast Strong Back, Soft Front, Wild Heart. That is you and Emrie. Love you two.
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the longer this nightmare drags on the angrier I get. So usually I’m too pissed to cry. Instead I act and try my best to make those actions count for the betterment of all. Anger is or at least CAN be a very powerful fuel for the force of good. I learned that as a child back in a time when “girls don’t get angry”. I got angry anyway but I held the emotion very quietly – nearly always in total stealth mode. Didn’t cry then. It wasn’t safe to do so. In my young and middle adulthood it took me a long time to get past the myth that crying “doesn’t accomplish anything”. I took an unfortunate sort of pride in my toughness and resiliency. One of my life’s greater illusions. Every time you write about how you cannot cry I feel deeply for you. Wondering what that might be like. Not to be able rather than holding it quite deliberately off limits. At this stage of my life I have nothing to prove by crying or not crying. When it happens it happens. Haven’t cried about all the horror of the past seven days. But today I did cry about a very young boy in Birmingham AL who feeds the homeless. It was tears of joy, really, for his pure spirit feeding these people and telling them “don’t forget to share love” in a high piping voice of absolute certainty. I cried because it was so beautiful and then was startled to realize I have absolutely no idea when I last did that. I live in a beautiful and fairly magical place. I, at the personal level, have an undeniably beautiful life. But I’ve never been one to brush aside the larger reality of humanity and how badly fractured and fragmented it’s become. Despite my spiritual beliefs I’m simply not wired to tra-la-la about how it’s all an illusion of Mind, or whatever. We are all in this Other thing whether conscious of that truth or not. Your words speak strongly to me as you work it all through your mind and heart in the ways you are moved to understand and speak of your experience. I really like knowing where you Are in the broader sense as well as concretely knowing that Place. It’s a source of comfort in this time of finding high value in such things…
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it’s all of Us.
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Acey…Thank YOU so so much for these words
we are “all in this Other thing”.
Thank you, so much for lending Heart for the journeyLikeLike
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