Everyone, and I mean everyone, is fighting battles that you cannot, do not, and will not see. Each of of us wage our personal wars against whatever Dementors have come for us. No one has it all figured out, no one is immune, no one leads that Perfect Life.

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It might be an infidelity, separation from a loved one, an illness, an addiction, an insecurity. Just remember- as in our capacity for joy- we are also joined by our challenges. When that clerk is rude, that bus driver snaps at you, your friend lets you down– they’re just people with feet of clay. It hurts.

It hurts.

It hurts

It hurts.

You don’t know what news they got that morning. You don’t know who they just lost or are about to lose. Loving makes us our best… and in loss, our worst.

Be kind. It hurts.

I’m not made of stone- it hurts.

Here is Hurts by Emeli Sande- she’s amazing. Sing baby, just keep singing. Sing our pain away.

Please see this video, hear this song. Then, remember throughout your day. We’ll all be better for that small courtesy. Hugs to you all. ALL.

Hurts

Baby I’m not made of stone
It hurts
Loving you the way I do
It hurts

Hold tight it’s a sing-a-long
I’m alright, I’m alright, but I could be wrong, baby
I know you remember me
5’3 in the back of the lavory, come on
You could at least try and look at me
Oh man, oh man, what a tragedy, ha ha
Bang, bang, there goes paradise
I chill why we always had to roll the dice, la la
Heartbeat in the regular
Two seats in the back of the cinema, hazy
Ah yeah, you’re forgettin’ it
And all the mad shit we did after that, crazy
Your heart, come on baby
I swear you’re giving me shivers, shivers

Baby, I’m not made of stone
It hurts
Loving you the way I do
It hurts
When all that’s left to do is watch
It burns
Oh baby, I’m not made of stone
It hurts

Hold on it’s a marathon
Run fast, run fast like the rivers run, god damn
Never seen in the restaurant
I took a minute till the penny dropped, you know
My tears don’t fall too often
But your knife is cuttin’ me deep
Deep, deep, deep, deep, deep, deep, deep

Baby, I’m not made of stone
It hurts
Loving you the way I do
It hurts
When all that’s left to do is watch
It burns
Oh baby, I’m not made of stone
It hurts

It hurts the way
That you pretend you don’t remember
It hurts the way
That you forget our times together
Like the time
Laid in bed when you said it’s forever, baby
I can’t, I can’t explain no more

Baby, I’m not made of stone
It hurts
Oh, loving you the way I do
It hurts
When all that’s left to do is watch
It burns
Oh baby, I’m not made of stone
It hurts

Oh baby, I’m not made of stone
It hurts
Loving you the way I do
It hurts

Emeli Sande- thank you for singing our pain away- wiping us clean and ready to take on another day.
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This post was written by Erika Gardner. She’s a native Californian, lifelong lover of fantastical adventures, and a dedicated Whovian. If you enjoyed it, please sign up to receive updates on www.erikagardner.com   Or you can follow Erika on Twitter @Erika_Gardner, “Like” her Facebook page Erika Gardner- Writer and Storyteller.Or check out her contributions to the BBB Blog.

 

 

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