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.
My journalism professor
used to talk to us about the
milk of human kindness, and we
knew what he meant:
Lady Quixote Linda Lee – https://ablogabouthealingfromptsd.com :
Have a Purrfect Mother’s Day weekend, courtesy of my amazing blogger friend, the Bluebird of Bitterness ❤❤
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.
To My Best Friend on the Right
We met over 40 years ago when I was still in my teens.
You are my oldest friend and the friend I love most.
You invited me into your family.
You ushered me into adulthood.
You cared for me when I was at my worst; when doctors dismissed
me as malingering; you knew my pain was real.
Over the years we grew and changed but we never lost each other
and I never lost my love for our friendship.
When I tested that friendship with my addiction you went silent
but you didn’t go away.
You forgave me when I was ready to admit that I was ashamed, and
wrong and sorry.
I didn’t lose you but over the years we changed and spoke less often and
slowly drifted apart until we met again on Facebook.
And now I am baffled.
How do I reconcile the friend who …. ( visit site for more )
Rob Goldstein 2016
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Rob’s post really grabbed me, as others of his do. Check his blog out…