Intuitive in the mode of passion
The Blog of Dr. Janelle Trees
‘I tried to imagine an easeful death, just stepping through a door, as they say.’
There has been a death in the family. There will be no blog post this fortnight. I'll write again as usual on or before May 19. Claudia and I are grieving and okay. Thanks for being there.
Ropehair began to dream of a garden. At night, when the stars were brilliant, I could feel her happiness as she imagined food growing from the red desert earth.
It's an intrusive presence in the desert, that hot star. Things are different in Europe, where the Sun gives people a chance to miss it during winter.
For a moment I thought, ‘My heart’s gonna stop.’ It was a single shark, a lone swimmer.
'I’ve never been afraid of sharks. They are among the most elegant swimmers in the ocean.There are some exceptions. The Great White has got a face that only a mother could love.'
I was allowed to stand above the patient's head to see his heart and lungs working while the doctors and nurses worked on him. I stood as still as I could, afraid I might fall in.
My friend sounded like some kind of bitter extremist. Even if I knew she was right, she was spoiling our fun.
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