a thousand tears in a reflecting pool

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'Only once have I been made mute. It was when a man asked me, "Who are you?"'--Kahlil Gibran, Sand and Foam

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the healing power of touch

life isn't always a comfortable place to be. what a shock when last night i had a restless and sleepless night, and by 4am experienced an explosion of emotion upheaval, it was as if i was vomiting up emotions, blowing my nose, coughing and hysterically crying, something had surged up to the top, and i was not a pretty sight. grief is a powerful inner turmoil that festers up, i've tried to keep it together, the fear of falling apart lingers and looms. trying to be on top of it, and then upset because i felt the gut heaving surge of emotions. i presume it will be for a good reason, and i hope really it doesn't come back. i thought about my facial/massage and wondered in my mind if that released some of this, let's call it emotional poison. my body releasing and cleansing itself of a decade of angst. moments of clarity, facing reality, letting go. maybe in life, we can call ourselves a work of art in progress.
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i stand with

a thousand hands upon my soul

a thousand angels surrounding my heart

a thousand arms draped around my shoulders

a thousand sunsets in my eyes reflection

a thousand tears in a reflecting pool

i stand.

--stephany




thanks for this song, Borepatch.