From pain must come love

June 24th 2017 0

I am a weak person. I bruise like a peach and the smallest of scratches will scar my skin. I'm the same inside. Tough in many ways but unable to detach from sadness I see. That's why I don't watch the news. I'm smart in that I am able to learn and apply knowledge, but I lack worldly wisdom because of my ignorance. I'm an ostrich. It's how I protect my thin skin.

The last month has been a particularly tough time for people I love, and also for people I have never met. I have felt drawn to watch tragedy on the TV. I can't explain why. Maybe I just wanted to detract from the pain closer to home. Maybe I wanted to feel united in sadness. I don't know. It feels like the universe has gone mad. But the power of love will get us all back on track.

And so this post is really about how blessed I feel. There is no deep pain of loss without the deep beauty of love. I have been so very lucky my whole life. I have the most amazing family who have shared it with me. Wonderfully mad and loving and unique. And I have met so many amazing friends along the way. My heart is bursting with happy memories. The very few rascals are just a source of humour and strength. My partner in crime is my perfect tall dark handsome cat man.

And now to organise some more meet ups with friends old and new.

Doughty kids