Jan 21, 2025

how we feel can make us vulnerable.

Sometimes unexpected happens, now l`m level 5 sharing here.

Open ,honest stuff.

The stuff we try too share but fearful of rejection and humiliation.

Anyway here goes.

Time was altered for me , when  Matthew my son passed away. Gosh so hard to write those words each time it hits me again.

Time remains altered, there was an emptying. Need for myself to get away from events, issues, LIFE l was experiencing . Need to exile myself. But also in place called comfortable. Malta island in the sun been that place.

Losing a child is strange weird emotionally tough, the grieving arrives, but begin to recognise that those departed still with us, still have conversations, still talk. But its mostly from my side.

See these images and share stuff Bird life, nature, places.


So l went away got this sense of freedom, swam longer even in outdoor sea.

long warm walks, ferries crossings across the harbour. meals out on Saturday evening. Cultural visits to Church's, art galleries, museums.

Spending time with different people, more communication, different communication, old friends.


New friend, long talks, felt only a few minutes, time stood still instinctively felt comfortable in another's presence. Have you felt that?

Excising not having to do, but allowed to be. Extraordinarily feeling of connecting. No rituals routines expectations nor demands.

When you can share on such levels its liberating, but especially love of music. Desire to really really get to know the other.

But its dangerous. when we share we put out into another's world owned vulnerabilities. We leave that comfortable place. Are you able to do this?

This is where it gets really challenging--Level 5 conversations involve how I feel about you, and how you feel about me.

Such experience are real integral, complicated, hard, normal, LIFE.  

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Its all part of the jigsaw that can be faith.

Spirituality not religion it something that is very different. Spirituality is also religion because God is spiritual as is following Jesus....

MAYBE WE WON`T MEET AGAIN

. . . she got a postcard in the mail
That just said Heaven,with a picture of the ocean and the beach
The simple words he wrote her
Said he loved her
How he'd hold her if his arms would reach
Wish you were here, wish you could see this place
Wish you were near,Wish I could touch your face
The weather's nice, it's paradise
It's summertime all year and there's some folks we know
They say, "Hello, "
I miss you so, wish you were here"