What becomes of the broken hearted ?
My neighbours are in terrible dispute.
One day, a few weeks ago, there was a tap on my door. The son of Neighbours, Terry (15-nice boy-hard working-social and articulate) looked ashen. "Come over to the house, Dad's had an accident"
I followed him quickly to the house and was confronted by my Neighbour, Julian, his head gashed and blood everywhere; his partner Hilary was shaking and in shock.
Thumper called the emergency services.
It is still not clear to me how this thing happened; a veil of secrecy being drawn over a domestic conflict by the parties involved. The pain felt by all, however, was apparent massively.
I have spoken to both partners (and the boy) since and it's clear everybody feels in complete turmoil in this house.
In response I offered (rather lamely) my ear to Terry, but quite obviously the boy would not want to share his "stuff" with just anybody.
I've reflected on my own mannered, well thought-out, negotiated, controlled and "civilised" response to a relationship in crisis. (my own) and thought many things about the inner passions I feel, as do Julian and Hilary and Terry.
In my life away from home I teach conflict resolution, consequential thinking and problem solving to people with broken lives. In my own life I am facing the impact of conflict, life problems and the consequences of my actions on a daily basis and my head is full.
Pip asked me the other day "What is the point of space ? I replied I didn't really know because space was a place where my head chatter will not quieten and settle.
Readers will be able to see. therefore, that "space" is a place I do not seek often and I go, therefore, about my life full-tilt most of the time.
Above all things I say "Pip is my love in whom I trust"
JVIP
One day, a few weeks ago, there was a tap on my door. The son of Neighbours, Terry (15-nice boy-hard working-social and articulate) looked ashen. "Come over to the house, Dad's had an accident"
I followed him quickly to the house and was confronted by my Neighbour, Julian, his head gashed and blood everywhere; his partner Hilary was shaking and in shock.
Thumper called the emergency services.
It is still not clear to me how this thing happened; a veil of secrecy being drawn over a domestic conflict by the parties involved. The pain felt by all, however, was apparent massively.
I have spoken to both partners (and the boy) since and it's clear everybody feels in complete turmoil in this house.
In response I offered (rather lamely) my ear to Terry, but quite obviously the boy would not want to share his "stuff" with just anybody.
I've reflected on my own mannered, well thought-out, negotiated, controlled and "civilised" response to a relationship in crisis. (my own) and thought many things about the inner passions I feel, as do Julian and Hilary and Terry.
In my life away from home I teach conflict resolution, consequential thinking and problem solving to people with broken lives. In my own life I am facing the impact of conflict, life problems and the consequences of my actions on a daily basis and my head is full.
Pip asked me the other day "What is the point of space ? I replied I didn't really know because space was a place where my head chatter will not quieten and settle.
Readers will be able to see. therefore, that "space" is a place I do not seek often and I go, therefore, about my life full-tilt most of the time.
Above all things I say "Pip is my love in whom I trust"
JVIP
posted by Jungle VIP at 5:32 am
1 Comments:
JVIP
It sounds as if space is a place where we face ourselves. Tough but maybe necessary sometimes to get peace.
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