“ It's a strange city... filled with things that are not obvious. ”
How can I tell anyone that there has always lived within me a rusty sense of disgust-a dull, brackish water that I suspect is my soul?
~ A.m. Homes
Suffering is normal. Pain is normal, it is part of life... What is its texture, the weight of our suffering? What is its meaning? Begin by touching it, by coming close to it, accepting it: Hello, suffering, I am here with you. I am beside you, one with you, I am you. I am suffering.
Make the mental physical, and the physical mental, and things will improve.
Was this the big one or was this the small tremor, the warning? Does it get better - does the sensation of being in a dream underwater go away?
