By Mary Burns
Sadness is my middle name. All the time I keep a happy smile on my face, while sadness flows slowly underneath the bridge. The bridge is necessary and even expedient, but it is not good to deny the rivulets of despair that trickle along the river bank. Sadness and the shadow emotions have a need and a right to be accepted and heard, just as the happier emotions do. It is good to have a bridge over troubled water but sometimes you have to get your feet wet. But take care that you do not drown.