Dusk yesterday.
I knew the Lady by the field gate.
Not well, but we know each other’s name and houses and are friends on Facebook
She had been crying and was trying hard to hide it
I hadn’t noticed because Roger was pulling at his lead and only realised after she had brought it to my attention and was hurrying a little embarrassed.
She said something about a family member before moving on and I presumed her tears were tears of grief
Sometimes I think I see too much grief
Too much at work, certainly.
In my counselling I see loss in its many forms.
Loss of roles, loss of employment, of home, of loved ones and of relationships.
Losses of youth, of hope, of abilities to cope in life.
In my personal counselling with my old Irish sage,
I have explored my own grief reactions
And have realised all too well that it never really goes away
You just live with it more peaceably
Grief, is love which has no where to go
