Relinquishing, I am grieving.
Right now, calmer; writing, typing.
Breathing slowly, tears stop, thinking.
How strange to be reading, weeping;
Brené Brown's book simply stunning.
Now I'm sleepy, headed to bed
Lying down now, what's left unsaid?
Not unlike Aydian Dowling who found himself crying in church , I found healing in an unexpected place yesterday. After some persuasi...