... the first time I saw my parents kisswas when my Dad was dying in hospital.
I was brought up without any knowledge of feelings.
I was emotionally illiterate.
Now I facilitate development in emotional intelligence.
I was emotionally deprived.
Now I am emotionally thirsty.
Awareness grows the thirsty glands.
and
last year
I have learned to spell
'intelligence'
for the first time.
I am now working on it.
How are your emotions?
Have you moved on from
how you were grown?
Have you managed to
open the beautiful flower -
petal-by-petal?
Do you mind me asking?
bhp
.
