The Visit.

She arrived on the

coattails of a benign

situation,

having whiffed a

familiar scent

of a past injustice.

I let her move

through me.

I feel angry!

I declared to my

beloved and

unpacked the

old, musty hurt

demanding to be

aired.

He sat and listened.

I understand your

anger, he said.

Sadness pricked

my eyes.

Tears washed the

anger clean.

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Sometimes our feelings are a direct reaction to others. Sometimes people trigger something deeper - an old sadness or frustration.

Regardless of the reason they arise, feelings are ours. By acknowledging them, calling them by name, talking about them with those who are trustworthy, we can do the feeling work necessary for our healing.