breakfast in ballard
I am slowly learning to appreciate the attributes of others. God made each of us unique and wonderful and worthy. Last night, I felt sick, felt tense, felt physical pain in my chest, as I breathed deeply, quiet in my bed, lungs full of sorrow, talking to my friend, croaking, "I"m falling apart. I'm killing myself to live. My heart feels broken for the first time in my life, for 20 years I was fine, but now i''m dissembling. I've run dry of design ideas. Nothing inspires me. My relationships have been falling apart since I've been back from Cambodia. And I'm lost.".
And I appreciate when others listen, but say nothing at all. Have no answers, no advice, just love in their hearts. (Believe those who seek the truth. Doubt those who find it.) He just said, "Thank you for sharing the life inside you." And apologized that the right words escaped him, and this provoked me to laugh, and be filled with warmth, and sincerity. Because the compassion of others inspires me daily.
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