Man made sandstorm

I've been struggling today with some deep emotions, two unrelated things that have really got me down and I couldn't see beyond them, hanging as they were as ominous clouds. A message came through thus evening. It was from a friend of a friend whom I don't know, but I had been asked a few weeks ago if I was able to help her and that one day she would be in touch. We spoke tonight and she opened up about her 6 y.o's open heart surgery happening tomorrow by the same hands as those on Reuben's heart. She wanted to talk and we did freely in the way you can at times with ease with a stranger. I felt anything but able to help anyone tonight but somehow I did, imparting a small relief from her anxiety, fear and panic. Is there something amiss then in finding some strength from outside from someone in their own state of anguish? Was it the seeing outside of oneself a greater picture, a perspective? What aches me is harrowing still but at this minute, my mind is on the friend of the friend and in that antithesis of an hour ago, wishing to sending a wave of positivity into the air. Understanding our humanness.

Look back to last year's Blip. We've come a long way.