Emotions

My thoughts are like razor blades in my gut.

Great beginning to a poem or story or novel. It's also true. It amazes me how potent emotions can be. If you are swirling in confusion, trying to grab onto some version of meaningfulness in this pus filled world, your gut aches as if it was ravaged by disease. Which indeed it is, albeit of the vaporous variety.

Emotions are powerful agents of pain; they can also be powerful agents of change. You must examine them, understand their source, and figure out how to put them to good use.

Let's face it - emotions ARE life. If you are not an emotional person you might as well take a knife to your jugular immediately. I'll be happy to do it if you cannot muster the strength. Ironically emotions can wear chains or they can wear wings.

We are weak and vulnerable; we throw up our arms to shield ourselves every day. But in the dark, in the alone, we MUST feel. Touch your emotions with your mind your heart your soul. Examine them for authenticity - be honest with yourself - act on the good, exorcise the bad.

Emotions are the signposts to the soul - your spirit talks to you through feelings. Listen closely, listen carefully.

And cry once in a while. Cry long loud and hard. To cry is to purge - it's like Dr. Feelgood blowing out your arteries so the blood can flow freely. Cry. Make room for your emotions to flow. If they are bottled up they become poison and this poison trickles back down to the soul.

A poisoned soul cannot inspire, it cannot breathe, it cannot fly. It can only cower in the corner and pray for spiritual sustenance. You are your soul and your soul is you.

Love each other, heal each other. It's your only hope for peace of mind.