it was a dark morning
a really dark one
hurled notebooks and spilled cups of tea
and
in response,
instead of prayer books and breathing calm
(who the hell can breathe calm when what's wanted it hurling a cup of tea
you know you are the only one here to pick up afterwards, and therefore,
you know that you can't)
instead of breathing calm
I go to the screen and find people, my people.
Aknowledgment.
And words I needed to hear.
thank you.
I feel so much better now
I can even consider eating pancakes.
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and if you don't know her yet: http://therumpus.net/2011/07/dear-sugar-the-rumpus-advice-column-78-the-obliterated-place/
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Thank you Megan for all your posts. I have started to follow your blog- I find it comforting, inspiring and honest. I recently lost my partner, he drowned as well, in a river, it was his place of bliss and happiness, and ironically was the place that took his life. Keep telling your story, b/c you never know who is listening and who you are helping.
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thank you. Sorry you have reason to be here. There are far too many of us.
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