December 27, 2007

The art of healing.

What do you say to someone who won't talk to you.
Maybe it's better to say that they just can't get the words out.
I came home, not to spend the holiday's at home decorating the Christmas tree, um Chanukah bush, but rather to help a friend.
I have read more than once about the call that comes in the middle of the night. The one where the phone sounds just a little odd probably because the air surrounding it has changed. That might sound odd, but I believe that the things we use to interact electronically also lets us connect physically. Last week was the second time I got the call.
Now I'm back in town and I don't know how it's going to turn out.
I have been trying to help my best friend get back to the balance we usually have when sharing time together.

I am writing around the bush.
There is no getting things back to the way they used to be. Life goes on for some and for others there is a very different road to travel. It's more than difficult to wear one face on the outside and see another one in your reflection in the store windows as you walk down the street.
It has taken me a couple of days to get through the writing of this; even as the thoughts roll around in my head, the situation changed.

Eventually I will be able to get things straight in my head and do a proper job of story telling. Something to give honest tribute to the most pure and unselfish person I have ever known. Now is not the time though. Now is the time for silence and recollection.


Pink said...

Sending love to surround both of you.


The Grunt said...

I've gone through this.

NYD said...

Thanks guys.

Mayden' s Voyage said...

Thinking of you...
been there too-
"writing around the bush"-

Corn Dog said...

Sometimes it's not the words that matter. Sometimes it's just being there. I think words get in the way, but we like them because we are writers. You did what your heart told you was best and that was transporting your physical self to the place where your friend was. I know when I was first diagnosed with cancer, everyone tried to talk to me. I wasn't in much of a talky mood. I was lost, trying to grasp what was happening. Thank God the noblest of my friends hung in there with me. If your friend is in crisis, he is possibly locked down now too. Wait for him. Can you?

leelee said...

What ^^^^ said


Serena Joy said...

Sometimes things change, with no rhyme or reason. You can just "tell." Or it could be a case of what Corn Dog said. Either way, you did what felt right at the time. I hope it all turns out well.

Happy New Year, NYD.

Hale McKay said...

NYD, I hope things work out and that you have a great New Year.

Pink said...

Just checkin' in.

Lotsa love,

CresceNet said...

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The Grunt said...

Happy 2008, NYD!!!

Kate said...

It all wont be the same... it cant be really... but the fact that you are there speaks louder and clearer than a sentence.

I hope that you and your friend found peace during the holiday season... or whatever it is you needed in one another.