Once the authors/survivors started narrating their stories/poems/pain... I felt a strong knot at my guts. I felt all the trauma, all the courage of the choice of such an exposure and the will for a better future to come and I felt the full sense of vulnerability that being human involves.
I took the bus and I started feeling nausea. I thought it is just the bus. I tried to sleep I felt sick and I had fever. I thought I got November's virus!
But then I remembered something that had been mentioned while I was about to leave the event. One of my clients, who read her story and who really touched me, had been sick after the event and her friends were looking after her.
After that some people would still think that it is a virus, or the bus caused my nausea, but I would call that empathy. I would call that my effort of all these years to connect with people in such a deep level...I felt a relief after being sick and I hope that my client at the venue's bathroom and myself at 3 in the morning in my room, we made something very healing! We let go....of whatever that was...
My dearest soul this is for you...
I am a bird girl now
I've got my heart
Here in my hands now
I've been searching
For my wings some time
I'm gonna be born
Into soon the sky
Because I'm a bird girl
And the bird girls go to heaven
I'm a bird girl
And the bird girls can fly
Bird girls can fly
Thank you everyone who read this post and if you would like to do something more...just with her the best...Genuine wishes are too loud to be ignored.
With gratitude and humbleness,