The angle of the sun.
My research into victim's experiences continues. My head is full of other people's stories, at once so familiar and yet so distant. A lot of my information comes from stories shared on Facebook where at least I can leave a comment of support. But, needs must, I have to strip the information of the human and place the type of event on a spectrum. This makes me feel as if I'm a part of the problem. Since human concern and care is what victims need the most. So far what has surprised me is the number of clients who have married their therapist. I honestly didn't expect that to happen because I'm naïve! Anyway, I'm feeling all my wounds today. I'm blaming the angle of the sun. Samhain, or Samhuuin, or good old Halloween, This is the end of the year. The time when once the animals used to be slaughtered and salted before winter withers the life from the trees, crumpling flowers, painting the ground in ice...Preparing, making choices about what stays, what goes,...