The change of season. The rich fullness of summer. Giving its ripe fruit from Springs labor now lost. The damp, cold dark days of Fall. Leaves falling, frost forming early on window sills. Horses fur up for winters warmth, wood is stacked, chimneys cleaned, storm windows dropped. Down comforters replace light cotton fabric, totes of scarves and neck warmers take over the spot of gardening gloves and tools. Canning jars not used packed away. Garden tilled, Garlic planted mulched with hay. Chickens bedded down,and hay loft filled with ripe fresh summer hay. Good bye summer. It was a good one.
“My ideas usually come not at my desk writing but in the midst if living.” Anais Nim
Cutting….Even the word sounds sharp. What causes one to do this horrific act? I’ve read, researched, and spoken with professionals, this illness actually produces an endorphine release which will cause a sense of well being, and calm. Often cutting is more often associated with teen age girls. At the very time in their lives they are feeling most vulnerable, least powerful, trying so desperately to find their voice our girls can become frantically overcome with emotion, to the point of feeling like they are “going to explode.” as I have been told. Cutting releases the explosive pressure. If one cuts deep enough the hormones are released and the calm settles in, however temporary, thus making this illness so terribly difficult to treat. Let us be mindful and attentive to our daughter’s and young women and support their wide eyed search for their voices. Lets hold our arms open and hold them tightly and securely so they can garner our strength and move through these topsy-turvy times whole and intact.
The love of a dog. Who can imagine? I brought Kasey home six years ago under the guise that she would be Rebekah’s dog. Little did Bek know Kasey was really mine. Kasey was killed today. It was purely by accident. She was doing what she loved the most. Romping and playing, chasing after God knows what after she got into the front yard. Kasey mis-judged her boundry. I was in the house and didn’t hear a thing. My husband was outside with the dogs and lost track of them. Kasey being full of life, full of fun, and joy and playfulness probably, most certainly, darted past Jake, and charged into the road. Her injuries were too horrific. She could not be saved. I wept, I wailed. I was so angry. How could this happen to such a sweet dog? We never know the answers to these questions but I know I do have the treasure of Kasey’s memories held within my heart. The first time she “got it” to come. The many hours she swam in the Lake. The times she would sit on the dock and look for fish only to jump in and catch nothing. Kasey, I love you. You are my sweet girl.
I became a Guardian ad Litem about two years ago to give voice to the lost, and abused children in my little area of Vermont. I have had the joy of working with children for most of my adult life, either as a teacher, or a riding instructor. Becoming a GAL seemed like a natural move after my youngest was old enough to understand I wasn’t going to be someone else’s “MOM.” Bek just needed the assurance I would still be “all hers.” Now, though, she wants me to bring the children I work for home !!!
I am amazed by the tenacity children show. They can be abused, mentally, physically, and emotionally and yet they hold onto life with such an amazing grip. These kids carry a boldness and bravery I envy. Yes, they are wounded. I see it in their eyes and when they learn to trust me they bare their hearts to me. I cry with them, I can be angry with them, I allow them full range and expression of their voice and in those moments they fully realize they are safe.
I usually have about one year on a case with each family once I accept a family. Believe me in that time my heart grows to embrace each child and it is my hope I impart to them a magical gift based on their personality. Most importantly the gift I want “my” children to receive from me is to know their voice, to believe in the power of their spoken word, and that they do matter in this world. Tools for their tool box of life !!!
I have been sick for five days. As I wrote before I am musing over friendships. My friend, Julie, has called me at least once every day to check in on me, offering to help me in any way she can. One day she arrived, kids in tow, and they did all of my animal chores. Today Julie is making dinner for my family. She won’t hear of my protests. She is a friend in the truest sense of the word. Julie can see me not showered, coughing up a lung, feeling like a baby, and still make me smile by her warmth and love. That is friendship.
Hello world. I am a brand spankin’ new blogger !!! Would love some friendly visitor’s. I also have just started writing. Would accept and appreciate all insights, and advice. Thanx. =)
I am brand new to the blogging world. I am a “newbie” writer. A Mom of 4, a busy practice manager of our Veterinary practice, I am a Guardian ad Litem for the State of Vermont in hopes to advocate for lost and abused children. Life is good. Looking forward to seeing and hearing from lots of folks. =)
I am musing over women and our often complex, intricate, intoxicating, webs we weave with other women in our lives. Are our friends, friends or are they faux? I have looked within and examined relationships in my past and have named them aptly. Share with me !!!!