I have suffered with migraines on and off for the past ten years of my life. Every time I get one, my left eye gets darker than my right. In this picture it is worse because the shadow of my hair, but it does become a darker green. I call these 'hell headaches', no explanation needed.
This summer has been riddled with more and more episodes with my migraines. Stress perhaps, too much straddling worlds I like to say. I am a writer alas, straddling another world is what I do. I have learned to cope, and medicate before the pain is too bad...but it made me think-
When we suffer, do we become more connected? In your own suffering, do you connect more to others? Your husband, your girlfriend, your mother, your friend... do the things we experience connect us more in pain, or in contentment?
I am a hopeless straddler... perhaps we are all just universally connected regardless of our emotional states. All I do know, is the connections are real and we don't connect with every one...so something must set it all apart. Life is in the way we connect, and how we connect is the way in which we love. And how we love is in the way in which we live. To connecting to you and you connecting to me...the second chapter of "Bidder's Birdhouse" is now up. Go connect. This story will surprise you...especially you 5th readers. Tomorrow is Friday. Hope everybody connects hella' good over the weekend. Happy reads! <3, Elle Moon