Just Being there- jan

Tonight I held a womyn who lay bleeding on the concrete. A bus pulled itself slowly past, as people walked by with their eyes closed.

S**, or so she was called by those who were with her, lay before me, spit bubbling from her mouth, eyes open as slits, and a pool of blood and glasses under her head.

Sitting with her there, trying to hold her head off of the cement, without moving her too much, feeling the energy pour from my hands into her body... feeling the intoxication and panic in her blood... the regret, the disorientation...

I wished somehow that I could tell her that she was infinately loved, and that the world was not the place she thought it was.

**Thank You, my annonymous friend who shared her gloves and knew "just a little first aid"- you helped me more than you will ever know.