Empathy Blues

Every so often but not often enough, I go outside, close my eyes, feel the warm sun on my face, breath in the fresh air, listen to nature sing, slip off my shoes and feel the earth under my feet. That feeling that starts flowing all through me sometimes transports me back to a place and a time where I felt so much joy that the energy inside of me might just have welled up so much I nearly burst. Those were the can’t sit still gotta sing and dance days.

Most days I still try to ground myself by reminding myself of the important things in my life such as my people who I love, their health, my furry babies, creating art, writing and reading words, good food and always striving to find my sense of purpose. Most days I just live a life.

But… there are also the days I don’t feel equipped for this world. These are usually the days I am reminded of war, abuse, poverty, hatred and murder. These days my heart aches, my eyes leak, my body feels too heavy for me to move it, my soul forgets how to dance. On these days, I sit wondering why and how things got so bad. These are the days I wish I were not such good friends with empathy. These are the days it hurts to be a human.


About Billie Jo Schinnerer

Born and raised on the edge of the Helderberg Escarpment in eastern New York. Formerly a teacher. Moved to the North West area of England in 2003. Now a mother of three who doesn’t really know what she wants to be when she grows up.
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