Posts

Showing posts with the label loss

Too Busy to Cry - DTJ

Image
Through the Tears In my midlife crisis, now long past, I contemplated a career change. Well, multiple career changes. The career change du jour at one time was going into counselling. Like many who contemplate this path I was in counselling. So much in my life had gone wrong all at one. I used to stand in the basement lobby of a neighborhood church which served as a location for multiple 12 step groups from AA to ACOA to Alanon to Over-Eaters Anonymous and try to decide which one on that particular day I needed the most. My extended silences at the beginning of any counselling session centered around having to pick what I needed to talk about most. I survived that period of my life by being overly busy. In addition to the 12 step meetings, and the counselling sessions, work, and classes in mental health toward the new career. I watched movies in dark theaters until I had them memorized. Star Wars was just out. I will not admit to how many times I watched it. Before the binging d...

More is Said in Jest

Image
The Path Through the Storm Or in fiction. Or at least the best of both. A Canadian friend of mine recommended the Louise Penny mystery books to me. I have begun my first, Still Life. And with every page am more and more glad she has written a lot of books about Chief Inspector Gamache's adventures. A well crafted mystery is always an escape from depressing times, and if it is cerebral, intelligent, and filled with compassion I will sign over my life to the world created in words. Reading such a mystery is not easy or fast because there are references I must look up, vocabulary I must acquaint myself to, and books I must note down for a further read. Or at least determine if they are real or just a part of the fiction. A very good mystery writer not only entangles you in the story but in the ideas put forth in its telling. One of the well crafted characters in Still Life puts forth a life concept from a book she enjoyed; Life is Loss. And she and Gamache have a discussion o...

It's Complicated

Image
It's Complicated A dog killed a cat. More complicated Her dog killed my cat. My close friend's dog killed my beloved cat in my house. Even more complicated, a friendship which had its issues  before her dog killed my cat. She lied about the dog before she left him in my care  in my house Where brutally this morning he killed my cat. The case of murder is more complicated, Judge, than just the facts There is betrayal, lies, evasion the killer still in my care. Who is at fault The dog I have known for ten the owner I have known for forty the cat being too trusting or me for trusting them all. It's complicated I am less one cat less a trusted friend but still must care for the dog that killed my cat. Rest in Peace, Scrappy. j. binford-bell December 18, 2014