Beneath the Wraps

                 As I have gone through my box of poems I am finding more triggered memories.  One of my poems tells about a friendship that I had encountered with an elderly woman who lived five doors down from my maternal grandparents.  They all lived in the same apartment building in San Francisco.  I guess she was lonely and my grandpa asked if I would write to her.  I still remember her first and last name – although I have no idea or remember how to spell her last name but do remember how to pronounce it. There was one simple poem about promises and under the poem I ’ d written a note about different promises I had made and kept.   One promise was to a friend who I called “ Annie ” ;   I told her that I would take her to the musical “ Annie ” if it was ever playing downtown or at the University.   I don ’ t recall the exact year.   I was thinking it was in the late 70 ’ s.   Annie wo...

                Three hours after my last post I had gone from hurt to angry – which is not a cool emotion either but I would rather be angry.  I don’t have to deal with mucus or go through tissues when I am angry. In my last post had said that with each “fuel” added I have relived past emotions believing I hadn’t learned anything. However I have gone through the “stages” a lot quicker this time than in years past.   Before I had gone to bed I had convinced myself that I no longer care.   I’m not saying that’s a good thing.   But I am happy to feel this way as opposed to sobbing uncontrollably.   I also realized my poor reaction may have been due to a lack of sleep. I have been able to sleep much better when I am no longer emotionally invested.                I believe that God experiences emotions such as joy, anger and sadness.  God is immortal.  He may cry bu...