BEST FRIEND

Published February 5, 2022 by Nan Mykel

Sure, our dogs love us because we

feed them, brush and hug them

But is that so different than humans?

How come these pets pay more

attention to us then, happier to

See us, sadder when we leave?

Maybe because we spend so much

Time in silence with them, making

Eye contact and appreciating.

Sweet Memory

Published November 14, 2021 by Nan Mykel

My journalism professor

used to talk to us about the

milk of human kindness, and we

knew what he meant:

Love.

Marvelous Mothers Day re-blog

Published May 10, 2020 by Nan Mykel

Lady Quixote Linda Lee – https://ablogabouthealingfromptsd.com :

Have a Purrfect Mother’s Day weekend, courtesy of my amazing blogger friend, the Bluebird of Bitterness ❤❤

bluebird of bitterness

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I, I, I, Me, Me, Me, You, You, You

Published October 15, 2017 by Nan Mykel

I wrote a joke once, to the effect that I’ve been talking through this loudspeaker I found in my crib 82 years ago and just now notice it’s not plugged in! Except it wasn’t and isn’t a joke. What’s missing is the connection. I think I became a psychotherapist to have somebody to talk to.

Here I sit alone at my computer which says it’s 7:09 p.m. Sunday October 15, 2017, eating chocolate ice cream. Is all right with the world? Is that a line from a poem? Some things are called rhetorical but I must be misspelling it because i can’t find it in the dictionary. When I dip into the meanings of retort I find cold comfort: to hurl back, to retaliate, to hurl the first speaker’s words back at him. Oh, there it is…rhetorical question: a question asked merely for effect with no answer expected. Well, that’s kind of a waste of time, isn’t it?

NOW I remember how I got off on this topic! Earlier tonight I read the blog post Forming Attachments and Bonds, by

bipolarbree1 , whose early life was in a Russian Orphanage. I do remember that two movies in my past that struck me the hardest

was the scene from –was it War and Peace where “he” was on a train and sees his lost love out the window and can’t get her attention and the train continues to the hinterlands and he can never find her again, forever, and I think the other movie that had such an impact on me was One Came Home (?) where a wounded soldier has what we would call locked in syndrome now–they assume he’s a vegetable until a nurse sheds a tear that drops on him and his response tells them all he is still alive and aware.

Of Paradoxes and Pop – by Mimik

Published June 17, 2017 by Nan Mykel

So beautifully expressed and wise…I’m reblogging

Waiting for the Karma Truck

Hi,

So here’s what’s been rolling around in this very addled head of mine…My neighbor Gary is an avid gardener. So much so, that we have never spoken about anything else. He came to the door a few weeks back to tell me that our grass was being over-watered and that I should adjust the scheduling of the sprinkler system. Ok, done. The other day he flagged down my car to advise me that my grass wasn’t getting enough water (I’m abbreviating the conversation to keep this thing going).

Everything needs water – but not too much. Every meal should be savored – but not so much that you get heartburn. My cyber pal David (davidkanigan.com), is pondering the extremes of emotional bungee jumping, as I extol the state of balance. But highs are awesome – it’s the lows that suck. It’s all a paradox (sidebar – Annie LaMott’s Ted…

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