Feel abandoned or rejected by the world? I do not reject your sadness. I stand with your not pretending to be other.
Seated on a bench, I read my book, and could see him out of the corner of my eye looking at the other kids playing. Then back to his own task. Then back to them. Then up at me:)
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Sometimes, some part of me craves solitude. Othertimes, connection. Sometimes those sometimes don’t align in time. Holidays can be misaligned; expectations and disappointments in the same cauldron… A witch’s brew or warlock’s cocktail of awareness…
“Re-cover” is a word that impels us to chase it – more running, which is the root of our pain to begin with.
If we “stop” at the stage of excising toxic people from our lives, won’t we again be a hardened mixture that’s “stuck”?