We were at a memorial service for a friend's husband - a celebration of the life of a wonderful man who died a week ago at the age of 36. It was a marvellous service, with tributes from people who loved him well, and hundreds in attendance - a fitting testament to someone who touched many lives in such a positive way.
There were tears, and laughter at some of the stories about him, and a huge, concentrated outpouring of emotion.
By the end of the service, I was practically incapable of speaking. I seemed to absorb so much grief for this man that I'd only met a few times (although I'm friends with his equally amazing wife) that I had to remove myself from the situation in order to regroup and face the world again. Today wasn't about me, but this blog is, and what I realised is that I need to allow myself time and space to deal with not just my own emotions, but emotions I absorb from other people.
I don't know if this makes me what's sometimes called an empath, but it does explain my natural reluctance to allow emotion to take over in most situations, which can make me seem a bit cold at times. I'm not - I'm protecting myself - and when I let it in, it tends to have a massive impact.
It's late, and I'm probably not explaining this properly, but it's something I'd like to learn more about, so I can let the barriers down a bit more.
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