Aftermath
The morning after the night before-- emotional hangover-- emotionally drained--parched and thirsty, but with that draining, comes clarity---it's not really answers I need---- and it's not about what he would want me to do--- The real issue is why nobody is asking--- the ones whose job it is to care, didn't-- I can live without knowing details, it's harder to live in a world that can accept so easily the taking of a life ---- if I just knew the book was open, and the story unfinished----
it's about integrity, and the value of a life---
But today begins the rebuilding of the levees--- taking care of Lexy, and looking forward to seeing Aussie--- reinforcements--- and the dam will be rebuilt-- until the next flash flood!!
posted by NanNan at 3:57 PM
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PS: LJLC-- he didn't giggle and laugh- He's not quite Saint Franklyn!! Close, though!! ;)
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Aftermath... what a poetic expression of grief... I love the likening of a spiritual experience to that physical manifestation of hangover... It creates such a picture and reminds us all of a the questions/ emotions we experienced during the physical hangover...
Hopefully the expressing of these things helps to bring the quenching and refreshing that your spirit is seeking... We're there for you and are glad to be your reinforcements when you feel like "Dam, I are in fact falling apart..." (excuse the pun!! LOL)
I hope those dry bones in the pic come back to life!
G.
Hi!
Sometimes it feels like that
till the next flood
Is it all random
is it all organised chaos.
Nannan-*H*maybe one day we wil have the answers
Love you lots,
Tammie
You know Sue..here I go again..probably going to say the wrong thing. But this is what is in my heart.
Everytime I see a homeless person..I don't see a 'bum'. I see somebody's son/daughter, somebody's father/mother, somebody's brother/sister..and so on. It infuriates me if someone says something like..'oh..he/she was just a bum anyway'. Where is our compassion as a society?
And I get so angry when they casually announce on the news that 12 or 13 soldiers died today. That is so impersonal! That is 12 or 13 families, comprised of many people, who were hurt that day! Whose lives changed forever that day! One simple phone call, one simple knock on the door, and your life will never be the same.
All we can hope, is that we get stronger...and love those who are with us with all of our being! Unconditionally!
Even if they do 'leave the cupboard doors open'.
Lots of love..Marsh
Now, Marsh, how can that be wrong- unconditional love!!! Everyone has their struggles and inner battles, some are just more obvious!! love you
Some answers come wrapped in the lessons She brings us.
Right now I think she brings you love. and the rest will follow, like sunshine after rain.
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