It's good to talk to Strangers

It's good for me to talk to strangers. I often talk to people standing in line at a grocery store. I like to entertain kids that are crabby and I make faces at them and talk to them. I enjoy talking to strangers. Today I talked to a stranger- Dave at the Regina Bereavement Centre. He was a stranger for an hour or so and next time I see him he will be a friend.

I was afraid today I would be judged for being who I am- sexuality and spirituality. I need not have been concerned. I was totally accepted . Even though I got the idea from the 'propanda' of the centre that they were all inclusive I had to find out for myself. This is good to know because I could just let go.

The session was all in the moment. I choked up and cried and blubbered my way through whatever came to mind. Nothing in any particular order. I was surprised I could talk about some things with no tears very easily yet other things I turned into a fountain. No rhyme nor reason. And that's the way it goes.

I was assured by Dave that mourning is completely individual and there are no time lines. All of his words were reassuring and helpful.

I want to contact my circle the wagon core group and ask them about getting together to bury the bulk of Lee's ashes at her request. Louise and Lynda had at one time suggested in with Jazz our wonderful dog at the end of the driveway. Mary had thought of Tennyson alley or woodpecker alley out back in the middle of our quarter. Lee had told Mary she wanted most of her ashes burried on our land and I could drop some ashes off on some horseback rides at our favorite spots. I am wondering about viewing the new dvd thats now complete with our committment ceremony plus the March 31 service together. It may be too much for people and you may want to watch it privately. There is a lot of snuffling and nose blowing in the recording. I think supper would be great too. I saw a whole lot of flowering trees and shrubs today I am wondering about planting a pink one on Lee's grave. Let me know what you think....