Online journal capturing the moment and the memory of moments. A meadow meditation. |
L'aura del campo 'é a lua, é a lua, na quintana dos mortos' ♣ Federico García Lorca ♣ L'aura del campo. A breeze in the meadow. So it began the last day of Spring, 2005; on the 16th day of the month of Light of the year 162. This is a supplement to my daily journal written to a friend, my muse; notes I do not share. Here I will share what the breeze has whispered to me. PLEASE LEAVE COMMENTS! I LV COMMENTS! On a practical note, in answer to your questions: IN MEMORIUM VerySara passed away November 12, 2005 Please visit her port to read her poems and her writings. More suggested links: These pictures rotate. Kåre Enga ~ until everything was rainbow, rainbow, rainbow! And I let the fish go. ~ Elizabeth Bishop, The Fish |
Are we all toxic? I know at least three friends who may consider themselves so. One can't keep friends. One can't make friends. One can't befriend himself. All have been abused; all have been traumatized. I know that people have cut me out of their lives. I have not always been as kind as I should be. But knowing how even an apology can bruise... I let the past be past. I let it be. Not everyone is toxic though. There seem to be genuinely good people out there who heal rather than harm. They are a true blessing as well as truly blessed. Although I have been traumatized I don't know how to help friends to work through their own traumas. I'm not even sure what to say at times. Mostly I just acknowledge that I have read what they've shared and say nothing. I suspect most of the time they are not looking for advice. And what advice can someone who hasn't been through similar pain give? I'd give each a hug if I could. |