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I Cry
I can remember back when I was in High School (which wasn't all that long ago time wise, though it feels like ages) I never cried unless I was angry, upset or menstrual, lol. These days it seems that I cry at least once a day, especially now that I have been so blessed as to know you wonderful Pinkies.
With every post, every comment, every tweet, email, message and comment my heart gets bigger and bigger (here come the water works.) I only wish that I grew up knowing of all the beauty in the world, all of the miracles that people create by allowing themselves to be a vessel for the magic of the Universe and love that roots so deeply in all of us.
When I start talking to someone these days, I often have to warn them that I might begin to cry and I have come to accept that crying is what I do when I talk about something that is important to me. The other day, the internet wasn't working at my house and I had to go to Starbucks to get online. Of course I was irritated when I got there because of all the hassle. About an hour or so into my Internet usage a couple of people sat beside that were on probation and looking for work. They had a lot of paper work to fill out as proof that they were looking for a job for the court. I couldn't help but listen to them talk, one of the guys had recently found God and was trying to better for himself. In that moment, I knew why I was sent to Starbucks and why my Internet didn't work. I gave him one of my cards, told him about my workshop (Be Joyful) and let him read some of the things I had highlighted from 'A Return to Love' by Marianne Williamson. He said, 'I didn't think there was anyone else out there like me?!' I told him to call me if he ever needed anything, anyone to talk to, moral support, etc. and of course, I was tearing up during our entire conversation.
I use to think that crying meant I was weak. Now I know that it is just something my face does when I really care about someone. Thank you Pinkies for making me cry on a daily basis. You have all enriched my life with endless amounts of joy and love. I am blessed to be able to create with you.
Lots of Love,
Megan
With every post, every comment, every tweet, email, message and comment my heart gets bigger and bigger (here come the water works.) I only wish that I grew up knowing of all the beauty in the world, all of the miracles that people create by allowing themselves to be a vessel for the magic of the Universe and love that roots so deeply in all of us.
When I start talking to someone these days, I often have to warn them that I might begin to cry and I have come to accept that crying is what I do when I talk about something that is important to me. The other day, the internet wasn't working at my house and I had to go to Starbucks to get online. Of course I was irritated when I got there because of all the hassle. About an hour or so into my Internet usage a couple of people sat beside that were on probation and looking for work. They had a lot of paper work to fill out as proof that they were looking for a job for the court. I couldn't help but listen to them talk, one of the guys had recently found God and was trying to better for himself. In that moment, I knew why I was sent to Starbucks and why my Internet didn't work. I gave him one of my cards, told him about my workshop (Be Joyful) and let him read some of the things I had highlighted from 'A Return to Love' by Marianne Williamson. He said, 'I didn't think there was anyone else out there like me?!' I told him to call me if he ever needed anything, anyone to talk to, moral support, etc. and of course, I was tearing up during our entire conversation.
I use to think that crying meant I was weak. Now I know that it is just something my face does when I really care about someone. Thank you Pinkies for making me cry on a daily basis. You have all enriched my life with endless amounts of joy and love. I am blessed to be able to create with you.
Lots of Love,
Megan
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