We talk about the sorrowful things in our lives. We do not do it for sympathy. We do not ask for solutions. We talk these things to remind us what we have passed through, what we have succeeded in overcoming. We do it be sure we know- We have done this. We are able to do it again and to do more.
Button by button, our cloaks are trimmed into a powerful flail that separates the sweetness from the chaff. We make a piping hot loaf of honey dripping bread to nourish whatever we do next- nor have we forgotten about the tea.
So if you are looking for a pity party, our door is not so easy to open.
tea and talk
bread and wine-
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