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  • The woman, who tells us about her ex - husband living with her sister - in - law and the two nieces came with her granddaughter. The granddaughter is sixteen years old and falls to pieces when she listens to her grandma saying that she would prefer to be dead.

    Beside her sits a 12 - year - old girl, who is nearly blind. She attends a normal school and can follow the classes easily, but lately she often finds herself crying and being very sad.

    Blanca is 32 and cannot see, but she is learning how to ask for help.

    Raimundo has come with his 11 - year - old son, also Raimundo, who has Encephalitis, but now that father and son live alone together little Raimundo has finally learnt to speak, he attends school, he is learning to surf the Internet, his Dad is a computer technician.

    They have all come to my Mourning Group, because I have invited 28 year - old psychologist Elisabeth, who is blind, to talk to us about her path into blindness, her mourning the loss of her eyesight, her being a true warrior.

    Her voice breaks several times when she tells us about all the hopes she had before the cornea transplants and how after each operation her eyes were worse. She has invited the other visually impaired, she teaches them Braille and orientation. I need to listen to her to maybe become a warrior - woman myself.

    Young Raimundo tells us about his girl - friend. He is so happy! About that girl and about the fact that he is able to pronounce the words and tell us about it. We all get tears of emotion into our eyes, if we are blind or not.

    Most of the time that we sit together in our circle little Raimundo just listens, stretched out on the floor while his Dad massages his belly.

    Our common sharing is a gift, we all feel that, the visually impaired and the others, who normally attend the Friday - Group.

    Next morning D. leads our meditation and tells us about an out - of - body - experience she had many years ago. She says she hovered in that space between two thoughts, in stillness, without concepts, and it was the sweetest experience she has ever had. L., a young woman, who has just recently returned to meditation, talks about how when she was 18 she had this year, where every moment she was conscious of what she felt and was doing, without judgment, even when she fell asleep she was aware. She did not know about meditation or mindfulness; it all happened spontaneously and then slowly over a year petered out.

    We meditate in stillness. We feel connected and blessed and some have been there with Elisabeth the evening before and still feel the heart filled with that experience.

    Art by Kiki
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