Washing the insides

Every morning I get up and take a shower. I'm washing my outsides. Unfortunatly, I don't wash the insides as often. Lately, the insides have needed washing. I was watching a home improvement show and the couple who was having their house redone had a dog die. The remodelers/designers put a picture of the dead dog in a special frame and when the new room was unveiled with a picture of the dog on the wall, the young woman started crying. I did too. Over the last couple of weeks, a great woman from witchcamp, who I've had the priviledge of doing magic with, has been in a tragic automobile accident. Not a broken bone in her body, but traumatic brain injury. As of last week, they have taken the life support off, but still no consciousness. Doctors indicate it is only a matter of time. I've had a couple of cries over that. Then there was this song, that made me cry this morning. This version was touching too. Life is short and we have to keep our insides washed as clean as our outsides.