I have just read about a suicide.
A sister of the writer - a younger sister.
Also just read about Black on Black murders in LA called
'No humans involved' it was written.
I feel sick.
I have music in my ears as normal.
My washing machine mind is still swishing.
Loads of STUFF going on.
I am feeling OK.
BUT I like being disturbed emotionally.
It takes me to places where I strive to understand - some.
(NEVER will I understand anything completely !)
The woman who lost here sister to suicide
she says she it is like
writing a detective novel backwards!
From her sisters death/backwards to try to understand.
NOT who done it
But why she did it.
It grabs me as a human.
Emotionally, Spiritually, Wholistically.
I am on a train.
Big on my mind is our friends death.
Cancer.
A 30 year long friendship.
I am working it through.
Washing machine.
Also in there a gig of mine forthcoming.
I will be working with BHP's experientially.
BHP's who work with Troubled Families.
I am there to raise awareness and develop skills.
Using my methods with them.
Sharing where I am .........
and giving them time to transpose into their own unique context.
All these collide in my washing machine HEAD.
I yearn to be becoming
I will never completely 'become' but yearn .....
I am on a train.
Soon to be in a 121 with a BHP.
That experience
will set me on fire too ........
More in the washing machine.
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