The Silence Continues,
The Tear Well Feels Bare,
She Is In A Lighter Place.
From Where I sit I can see:
Hedgehogs everywhere.
Emails to respond to.
Her everywhere, with me in everything she's displayed.
A little girl looking for the ability to play, but trapped in fear.
Pride.
Creativity and beauty and a unique response.
Colors, Red-Oranges and Blues and White and cluttered Greys.
Devices meant to provide comfortable release to her body.
Cough Syrup everywhere.
Projects left undone.
A tired Puppa and Mumma who need to find some kids for this girl to romp with.
Christmas Presents.
Hope and Friendship and Fun.
The feeling of a storm coming, perhaps we're in the eye right now.
A sweet baby girl who really is our treasure.
Appointments with my long term psychologist Thur, Tue, Thur; a massage Fri and an appointment with her psychiatrist in 2 weeks.
The friendship and care of some serious ladying for me to melt into this weekend.
A whole community for me to melt into when I am ready to be home.
The new understanding that I have undergone a trauma over loosing a woman who was traumatic.
She was in recovery.
The hope that she will beable to somehow now come and play with Cecilia.
Thanks for writing, Anne.
ReplyDeleteI can't wait to see you this weekend. Love you.