Part I: Deep in the Hole “When you fall in love with someone so deep in the hole…it hurts you also… .”—Hennessy Have you ever had to go down deep in order to have compassion for someone else? What was the experience like? Is it worth it? Part II: It’s Not You “People are going…
Letting go of the past
“He started to move energy, and he started to pick up on things that I had never told him or anyone, and as he was feeling into my energy it started to get me to believe. As he started healing in my heart, he told me ‘You have a very heavy heart, so much sadness, You’ve been forgiving, but you still need to let go of forgiveness. You’re still holding onto it.’ And he asked me to call out the names of the people that I needed to forgive….” -Josephina Bashout
“People are going through their own stuff and they take it out on others, and you have to understand that it’s not you.”—Hennessy
“Certain situations and certain feelings and emotions, I would call it as a separation anxiety. Separating from what you knew and what made you effective into who you are right now.”—Mike
“I might as well provide this for something where people can see it rather than just keeping it to myself.”—Matt
“It was sort of prompted by the idea of bringing strangers together around a table.” —Michelle Fitzgerald
“I learned eventually, afterwards, how to just accept people for who they are. You can’t change them.”- Kiyoshi Shelton
He taught me the ways and I soon learned the knots we hold in our body are correlated with our mental blocks. These shadows are hiding things and some things were revealed and I only become more progressively conscious as the year went on.
I held her closely, just glad she was alive. She cried into my shirt, and I whispered sweet nothings to her until her ride came. Her step mother arrived 10 minutes later, followed by the friends who drove me. It hurt to see her go home, but I was glad she was alive.
If you asked her to tell the story, she would exaggerate it into something silly and less romantic. She would remember things oddly, and wasn’t sentimental. Years later, she and I would break up. She would lie to me, break my trust, betray me, and ultimately cheat on me. In the end, I wasn’t far enough along in my life for her needs.
Silence in the car. Kyle is with me, and he is silent as well. Usually, he sings along to popular hits in a sarcastic falsetto. But I turned the radio off as we got closer to Redondo Avenue. The silence suits us, though. We can be silent and still feel comfortable being in each other’s…