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Feb. 28th, 2008 06:21 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
greenstormGreenstorm. Gently. Let it go.
You know how to love people. You're good at it. Love them for what they are, because you can stand on your own; don't love them for what they can give you, what you need from them, for what you wish they were. You learned to do this a long time ago, to let go and just love people. Do it here and though you've lost a lot, though you've lost a beautiful shining dream, you've still gained so much. You know very well the value of a friend like this. You know very well you can trust him. Don't throw this away in a temper tantrum because you can't shape another person to your own desires. That's not what other people are there for-- they're there to be other people, to teach you to flex and adapt and keep from that rigidity you default to so well.
Be calm. Be peaceful in the face of your grief. There will be pain, and this is mourning. That's alright. Feel what is happening to you and let it pass. You have a future still; it's waiting for you. He's in it, and so too are all these people who've reached out to you in the last few days. Here you're finding yourself as you expected to be one day: on your own two feet, with lines of power all around you. Look at your strengths. Look at the strong ties to these fascinating wonderful quirky strong people around you.
Things change. You know this; the Storm never goes away. Things also remain, though. Tonight you see Trevor, and he's been here this whole time. Kynnin and Jan and Dean, though they're only words on a screen, also linger. Mom is always there, changing just as you are. There are trees. Yes, if you loved a mountain the way you loved Angus, or the way you loved your house, it would find some way to spontaneously disappear. That's your lesson to learn. Learn to love things even so. This was part of learning what love means. It was definitely a scaling of new heights. Isn't it lovely to know they can be so high?
Today was all about your back and your shoulders. You let go and were sucked into the feel of it, eventually. You broke concrete with your hands and a piece of metal. It was impressive; your boss was impressed, you were too. That's what brings this quiet in your mind, it's the proper use of yourself. The morning felt so, so awful and now there is this peace.
That's the job you do now. Look forward to it, to learning more this summer.
You're missing a companion most right now, someone to talk abotu your day everty evening to, and to wish a good day to every morning.
Answer the phone. You're loved.
You know how to love people. You're good at it. Love them for what they are, because you can stand on your own; don't love them for what they can give you, what you need from them, for what you wish they were. You learned to do this a long time ago, to let go and just love people. Do it here and though you've lost a lot, though you've lost a beautiful shining dream, you've still gained so much. You know very well the value of a friend like this. You know very well you can trust him. Don't throw this away in a temper tantrum because you can't shape another person to your own desires. That's not what other people are there for-- they're there to be other people, to teach you to flex and adapt and keep from that rigidity you default to so well.
Be calm. Be peaceful in the face of your grief. There will be pain, and this is mourning. That's alright. Feel what is happening to you and let it pass. You have a future still; it's waiting for you. He's in it, and so too are all these people who've reached out to you in the last few days. Here you're finding yourself as you expected to be one day: on your own two feet, with lines of power all around you. Look at your strengths. Look at the strong ties to these fascinating wonderful quirky strong people around you.
Things change. You know this; the Storm never goes away. Things also remain, though. Tonight you see Trevor, and he's been here this whole time. Kynnin and Jan and Dean, though they're only words on a screen, also linger. Mom is always there, changing just as you are. There are trees. Yes, if you loved a mountain the way you loved Angus, or the way you loved your house, it would find some way to spontaneously disappear. That's your lesson to learn. Learn to love things even so. This was part of learning what love means. It was definitely a scaling of new heights. Isn't it lovely to know they can be so high?
Today was all about your back and your shoulders. You let go and were sucked into the feel of it, eventually. You broke concrete with your hands and a piece of metal. It was impressive; your boss was impressed, you were too. That's what brings this quiet in your mind, it's the proper use of yourself. The morning felt so, so awful and now there is this peace.
That's the job you do now. Look forward to it, to learning more this summer.
You're missing a companion most right now, someone to talk abotu your day everty evening to, and to wish a good day to every morning.
Answer the phone. You're loved.
