Loop

There was a subtlety to the way she got her point across. No words necessary. The sideways glance, an eye roll! If there was a loop, it was a tight one and you knew instantly if you weren’t  in it.

Meddle

Meddle, no I wouldn’t say meddled! Condescending, yes – she’s been that, but she has never meddled.

Relieved

The past; yours and mine, are mere memories of journeys complete. As each day closes, that chapter is done, the story is told.

Bottle

‘Keep quiet,’ she said to herself. Her mind racing in a thousand different directions, she knew she couldn’t keep this bottled up.

Total

She was a consummate professional, the skill with which she could organise a client’s pantry, edit their wardrobe and clear their garage was impressive. Her client list the envy of her competitors.

Denial

It isn’t denial. Although I have been asked empathetically several times since my husband’s cancer diagnosis, in no uncertain terms, well  the terms probably were uncertain, as the words ‘ do you really understand what’s happening, because if you do you couldn’t possibly remain this upbeat, optimistic, positive’ have never actually left anyone’s lips, but the sentiment has been inferred. It is always well meaning, void of ill feeling and completely out of genuine concern, but never by anyone who truly knows me.

Symptom

It got me thinking about how our body speaks to us in a language that is not always easy to understand, and can go completely unheard.