One phone call last night, wiped up all the joy that had come my way, as of late. A few words, well aimed, . . . that's all it took. This morning, still raw from the exchange, I seeked refuge on my chair, sitting, in the quietness. Strong winds of emotions came, and never completely left. Sadness, sadness . . . Breath. Feeling helpless. A tear about to be shed but not quite. Deep sigh. Guilt. Thoughts about what do to. Not now. Back to the breath. Feeling the powerful forces, still, even in the midst of each inhale, and exhale too. Frustration. Pain in shoulder, and the neck. Breathing into the pain. Sadness. Bell ring. So soon.
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