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Friday, February 10, 2017



Your words make me cry. Your words heal me. Your words comfort me. I don't even know you and you help me. Thank you.


I think I am going to have to think about the idea of coping vs. healing, too. I find myself sandwiched between an aging, grieving mother and an anxious junior in high school. (It's amazing how many of their choices and lots of their verbiage are similar.) I find myself coping with the stress of where I am in my life now. Your statement about healing rather than coping made me pause. I look at this time as a transition time, but part of me struggles with the point that time is still passing- precious time- and I don't want to just tolerate my life, I want to live it. Lots to think about here.

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