What a beautiful and perfect post, Kelly. Thank you. I have felt "suddenly on the outside of life staring in" ever since my beloved dog died of kidney disease a few weeks ago. Her presence was wound into every minute of my life and my work for 13 years; I've been feeling profoundly unmoored from time, daily life, and even the ground underfoot in her absence. Thank you for giving me the words to understand it.
I think it's sometimes good, or healing maybe, to linger in that space. Like floating on your back in the ocean until the waves nudge you back to shore.
What a beautiful and perfect post, Kelly. Thank you. I have felt "suddenly on the outside of life staring in" ever since my beloved dog died of kidney disease a few weeks ago. Her presence was wound into every minute of my life and my work for 13 years; I've been feeling profoundly unmoored from time, daily life, and even the ground underfoot in her absence. Thank you for giving me the words to understand it.
I think it's sometimes good, or healing maybe, to linger in that space. Like floating on your back in the ocean until the waves nudge you back to shore.