We Hide

photo by Sylvia

The dog has grown impatient with my grief. Familiar now with my waves of sorrow, she quietly retreats. This is interesting to me, since I am also (nearly) silent, I wonder what makes her realize that I’m hurting. Her insistance on hiding or softly slipping into another room is also curious. We form a tangled partnership of discordance β€” between what is tangible and what is elusive, what is acceptable or not, what is expected, what is extracted, added, remembered, forgotten, lost and acquired.

16 thoughts on “We Hide”

  1. dogs have a way, of being, more in tune with our feelings than we are, they can detect when we need them to be there for us, when we need alone time, and they give it to us, stay out of our ways, and when the air’s changed, they would, wag their tail at us, and, love us, unconditionally.

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  2. So beautifully sad and maybe you need this but not forever, not for yourself but for the one that has gone. Do what is needed now but also remember to lose love is hard but to lose the self is not what love asks.

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