Your comment on “The Bell Tolls…” touched me profoundly. As I know you know it is about dark thoughts receiving light and my less stumbling about.

Your concern got me thinking about others who care for me and may worry.

A note regarding our precious cats.

When Bette and I lost Sammy to cat heaven we didn’t think it fair for Greylock to be without a companion so Enya came into our world. When we lost Greylock to cat heaven we didn’t think it fair for Enya to be without a companion so Tammy came into our world.

I have found creativity to be my companion. It is there helping me cope when expression of my Grief needs more than tears and silence.

As you know I have been writing off and on for years and creativity via the muse did come and visit.

But now it has unpacked its bags, taken a room and bunks with Grief.

The times Grief needs to share its sorrow and pain creativity is there.

We have Shakespeare being creative in giving us Hamlet’s consideration of suicide.

“To be, or not to be–that is the question:
Whether ’tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune
Or to take arms against a sea of troubles
And by opposing end them. To die, to sleep–
No more–and by a sleep to say we end
The heartache, and the thousand natural shocks
That flesh is heir to. ‘Tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wished.”
The rest of the soliloquy he talks himself out of it.
A bit on the other side of the equation we have Dylan Thomas “Do not go gentle into that good night”
“Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light…”
So dear sister I have both going on and creativity helps in the sorting out.
Love To You All