Thursday night – he’s in tears it’s been a strange week… Very satisfying in some ways from work and very troubling and others… Usual stuff and unusual stuff all mixed together. One thing I noticed is that I found myself crying a lot… That’s strange for me. As with most guys, crying doesn’t come very easy or often to me .… But this week it happened. Quite a lot… actually. Once.. no wait, maybe twice … with the sad dream, a couple of times over sad poems (Mary Oliver mostly)… Once on a phone call with a friend who mentioned a city I associate with sadness. A few times on sad news from people close to me. Even a work situation… Imagine that.
Once on a phone call with a friend who mentioned a city I associate with sadness. Even a work situation… Imagine that.
None of these were because I was particularly sad… Life is actually pretty good right now and I feel reasonably happy…( knock on simulated wood grained furniture)
And then I “remembered”… That my mother-in-law marcia just died. I say “remembered” because of course I remember… But somehow I had nit associated the sadness coming up through all those in channels…
Our brains and hearts are amazing instrument arent they ?
Nite all, nite sam