“Do you hear that?” I asked.
“What does it sound like?” He replied.
“It sounds like rain.” I said.
“Pearl is eating a bagel.” We both laugh.
She brings me the sound of rain while I am longing for peace and quiet. And it soothes my heart. I tell myself, just keep going. Soon you’ll be a baby again and forget too quickly to hold onto the sadness.
“What do I do if I keep getting shocked when I plug and unplug the Christmas lights?”
“Probably just don’t plug them in anymore.”
I think about what she said, about the root word of courage being “cor”, meaning heart; the message being to “tell the story of who you are with your whole heart”. (Brene Brown)
“I’m frozen.” She says.
“I’m vulnerable.” I replied.
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