A Clay Stone Story
Reading someone’s story about how s/he felt in a terrible time of his/her life made me feel I am invading someone’s life. Maybe, this is happening because I now have the power to do whatever I want with this piece of paper which can also be a burden. I can burn it, bury it, post it on facebook or post it in this blog. But do I really have the power? Or does the person sharing his/her story do by embracing his/her loss and moving on?
Either way I choose not to share it. I will let the snow, the soil and nature do whatever feels right.