May 22, 2015
- Category: Daily Notes
- Published: Sunday, 24 May 2015 11:21
- Written by Wilma Zalabak
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I wonder how much of our choice of friendships is based on language, finding someone who speaks the language of our birth, of our soul, or of our dreams.
You have to get together to talk together.
Our words live forever. So do our thoughts.
Bring to mind a time you were so astonished or overwhelmed that all you could say were groans. Consider what the groans communicated.
Grief. The only way out is through. It helps to walk with someone.