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Grief Story on the Hoof ~ Entry 2

Of Friends & Angels


Well here I am trying to relate my grief story!
Grief is such a difficult animal to get a hold on, only a few weeks back I was thinking "I'm doing okay,
no need for any counselling" then bam I was knocked to the ground, could not stop crying and the wave of confusion hit me like never before!  I felt as I had read somewhere that I was going crazy, this was really frightening. I had to visit the doctor.  I also had to eat my own words, the ones I had even written about here, so this is a hard lesson to learn ~ I am not of a superhuman species despite my endeavors in personal growth but just like nearly everyone I need help!  I have reached out and will be getting professional support shortly.



In the meantime I am giving a shout of cheer to all the lovely people who have helped me so far, starting with my friend Christine of Mystic Meandering who has been there for me all along, through all of the painful days supporting me. Christine often reflects back to me things I'm already thinking, this is a powerful reinforcement of my thoughts when I see her words and it encourages me so. 

Christine also sees things in my images that I don't such as the one I posted last,
 here ~ 'Grief Story on the Hoof Entry1'
I could see a scene of a rough landscape with mountainous backdrop that I interpreted to be my current grieving situation but Christine saw something else, what appeared to be a woman looking down on the edge of the image. When I looked again, yes, I could see her too, I'd missed her so this is what I thought I would do ~

I embellished the woman in Picasa, using the re-touch tool as it acts like a clone, I turned her into a 'guardian angel' giving her wings! For this is how I experience my online friends, they are there for each other like gaurdian angels throughout the seasons, looking for ways to bolster one-another up when the going gets tough.  Also sharing stories of womankind together, knowing that we all need to hear them.  As my friend Suzanne over at Sperlygirl expresses beautifully in her post Conjuring Kindness " she speaks of our "collective ability" to do this, via our individual stories.  I think story telling is contagious, the more we do this the more our stories will spread! This is what we want to do as women spread the love for each other, for the world, the world needs more of our female nurturing love.

Comments

Thank you Dear Heart! :)

And now I see so many new images in the one you have "re-touched" and posted here! All those "angel friends" that you mention - all lined up! LOL Heart Hugs :)
suzanne said…
Thank you Sue, may your angels continue to guide and comfort you, my friend. Your photos are lovely.

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