I can’t fault someone for not giving me time and space to process something if I don’t tell them I am processing something. Recently I’ve felt very down and grieveful for no apparent reason.  When I’m not being mindful of how I’m feeling and the impact my behavior has on those around me, tension fills the air.  I don’t always realize how I’m feeling until I take the thought time to consider it.  If I don’t take time to think about it, due to my habit of continual busy work, it blows up and magnifies when there is no need to.  That’s not fun for anyone. I learned this week that that a dear brother has passed.  He was in a lot of pain with a terminal illness, so his passing is a sweet relief.  I got the news in the midst of a group of people and had hours of in-public work to do before I could have time alone with my thoughts. Of course I snapped at those closest to me, who have no clue what is going on.  At least now I catch myself within an hour of doing it and get outa Dodge before I can rain on everyone’s parade.

Her perception upon dying
The End of Death as We Know it
Three Dreams by Willis Harman (see #3)