Sometimes stories of our soul need a place to sit.

Ask away.   I guess I should introduce myself...   ( A Echaristeo Practice )   One thousand words.   

I'm rather envious of the way the wind dances with each blade of grass, never staying too little or too long. Lingering is sometimes a tricky business. It's best to do when you've packed snacks.


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    “May takes things differently than the rest of us do…when you and I hear about some misery out there, it might make us feel bad for awhile, but it doesn’t wreck our whole world. It’s like we have a built in protection around our hearts that keeps the pain from overwhelming us. But, May-she doesn’t have that. everything just comes into her-all the suffering out there-and she feels as if it’s happening to her. She can’t tell the difference.
So we came up with this idea of a Wailing Wall-like they have in Jerusalem. The Jewish people go there to mourn. It’s a way for them to deal with their sufferings. See, they write their prayers on scraps of paper and tuck them in the wall. All those bits of paper you see stuck out there between the stones are the things May have written down-all the heavy feelings she carries around. It seems like the only thing that helps her.
She gets the stones from the River.”    (The Secret Life of Bees)
My own Wailing Wall. Thank you, dear friend.

    “May takes things differently than the rest of us do…when you and I hear about some misery out there, it might make us feel bad for awhile, but it doesn’t wreck our whole world. It’s like we have a built in protection around our hearts that keeps the pain from overwhelming us. But, May-she doesn’t have that. everything just comes into her-all the suffering out there-and she feels as if it’s happening to her. She can’t tell the difference.

    So we came up with this idea of a Wailing Wall-like they have in Jerusalem. The Jewish people go there to mourn. It’s a way for them to deal with their sufferings. See, they write their prayers on scraps of paper and tuck them in the wall. All those bits of paper you see stuck out there between the stones are the things May have written down-all the heavy feelings she carries around. It seems like the only thing that helps her.

    She gets the stones from the River.”    (The Secret Life of Bees)

    My own Wailing Wall. Thank you, dear friend.

    — 1 year ago with 1 note
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