Sorting feelings can
be so much work.
Do you ever sit in
the middle of the floor,
crosslegged, with a
cup of green peppermint tea
and start shoveling thru
feelings that are in a
huge wriggling mass
all trying to get to you first
and you just want to scream at them
and slap them into submission
but they are so real?
I just FEEL.
Some are so ridiculous and funny
a snort of laughter
bubbles forth and I wing that
feeling over the shoulder.
Some are so sensible
they refuse to bend.
The next feeling is so pathetict
that I sit on it so no one sees it.
Then there is the small feeling at the bottom
of the pile that I pull out...
it seems to be feeling a bit
sorry for itself.
Its a quivering, stuttering
feeling that shrinks from
shame when I look at it.
There are the happy feelings of
Peace.
Love.
Joy.
Thankfulness.
Those I tuck back into
my heart with a little smile.
Finally, I feel like I
have this figured out.
But then the last
feeling left is just
sad.
It is even a little broken.
I just hold it.
I dont' know what to do with this sad feeling.
I don't know where to put it.
I even start to rock the feeling
back and forth.
the floor begins to feel hard and cold.
My heart weeps.
My shoulders shake.
Helpless sadness wells
up inside.
...I know where to put the sad feeling...
in my heart with
Peace
Love
Joy
Thankfullness.
Everyone needs a little sadness to FEEL.
Jennifer
