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May 27, 2012
Hello, World!
Why would I choose to watch City of Angels when I know Meg Ryan's character dies in the end and it'll bring me to tears? Could it be that I want to be reminded that I have a soft center? Could it be that, after being subjected to 26 years of stone cold prison harshness that creates a hard outer shell and a stiff upper lip, I want something to break through?
All is likely true.
The joke between cellies is if a watering of the eyes occurs, it's blamed on allergies. Holding back a full-blown blubber is the rule. However, on rare occasions when my cellie is absent, I can let the rive flow. It's not the movie causing my tears but loss of family, friends, potential, and missing soul-healing hugs. Yes, God is always with me and He gives me strength to face each day, but the Spirit within me cannot give fleshly hugs. A flaw? No, I'm just human.
Afterward, I am spent and strangely refreshed at the same time. Being a 51-year-old male, I also feel silly. But it's obvious that I need to let go, let it out, to allow my body to express what overflows from my heart. I have to admit that my grief from loss is a sorrow that requires an equal amount of time to pass and tears to flow. I've done the time but neglected the tears. I guess I'll check the movie schedule.
Thanks for checking in on me.
Cordially,
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Gregory Barnes Watson
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PO BOX 409060
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Novel: A Thundering Wind
https://www.amazon.com/Thundering-Wind-Gregory-Barnes-Watson/dp/0615379443
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Love, Hugs, & Prayers Always,
Linda