You're there, Pilot.
Fifth intercostal space, midclavicular line ~ that's where I hold you - at the Point of Maximum Intensity of my heart's beat. There's so much to say to you ~ but it's all so visceral ... Your physical absence from me no longer eats me alive.
You, Pilot, I carry in my heart. And I count the weeks, days, hours, minutes until I can touch you, taste you, feel you, smell you.
Tuesday, May 27, 2008
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This means challenging my self to compassionate, encouraging, genuine and hostile-free exchanges. It also means contemplating my reaction to the thoughts, feelings and expressions of others, prior to acting upon them. 
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