Good Grief 53

It occurred to me today, after my wittering on the other day about the pain of living, that the emphasis is on the 'living'. It lets me know that I am still living. In previous blips I've been rambling on about 'hanging on' and whether there is some incapacity to let go. I don't think this is the case. There is a real lack of anything else. There is a real void. And it is the pain that tends to fill it. So, in a way, I don't mind the pain. It lets me know I'm still here and part of the world. Am I hanging on to the pain, then? Well, that would be another question. I don't feel so although I have never been keen on medication which has, at times, been suggested/recommended. I don't want something that confuses the picture. I want to know what I am feeling and know that it is what it is. And perhaps it is what helps me to find great joy when I see the light flowing through everything as it was this morning.