It Hurts   Leave a comment

Emotional shrapnel from old battles tore unexpectedly at my vitals this afternoon, searing my heart from some random twist in my psyche as I drove down Lakeside Avenue.  It flares up like this without warning, without any evident cause… something I saw or heard or remembered that touches a place still raw and sore, but too deep to identify.  I am learning to live with it like rheumatism.  Slow down, ease off, go gently till it lifts in an hour or day or month.  Another tough opportunity to learn self compassion.

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Posted March 18, 2014 by janathangrace in Personal

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