A world in which we catch a post about their mother passing, and suddenly this stranger from Thursday has a new dimension. They're grieving.
Then there are the 'Dreams' we wake from, confused -- what is the dreaming world and what is the waking world? Which is true? Which really happened?
I've spent long hours trying to untangle unknown grief, the world's and mine, without ever really understanding that it is not meant to be untangled but explored and experienced. Studied and seen. My heart will be both soothed and scalded, each emotion has a place.
As any gardener will tell you, having a pot of basil near the kitchen window can make the difference between a good meal and a great meal. Once you've had fresh basil at your fingertips, you'll understand why basil is an essential addition to every container garden.
Why do I hold my friends and family members at arm’s length, keeping them just far enough from both the brightness of my heart’s beating pulse as well as the sharp flashes of true, human emotion I at times feel toward and around them?