Note to self…read book

‎”…thus trauma designates both events and their impact, in part because the actual experience of abuse and the assault that experience poses to sense of self, safety, belonging and connection are intertwined…” /After Crisis: Trauma and Retraumatization/

P.S. I love you

I was watching For The Boys with Bette Midler and this song made me miss a certain blue-eyed boy back home…. so here’s thinking of you babe.

“P.S. I Love You”

Dear, I thought I’d drop a line.
The weather’s cool. The folks are fine.
I’m in bed each night at nine.
P.S. I love you.
Yesterday we had some rain,
but all in all I can’t complain.
Was it dusty on the train?
P.S. I love you.
Write to the Browns just as soon as you’re able.
They came around to call.
I burned a hole in the dining room table.
And let me see, I guess that’s all.
Nothin’ else for me to say,
and so I’ll close. Oh, by the way,
everybody’s thinkin’ of you.
P.S. I love you.
I do my best to obey all your wishes.
I put a sign up. Think
now I got to buy us a new set of dishes,
or wash the ones that have piled in the sink.
Nothing else to tell you, dear.
Except, each day feels like a year.
Every night I’m dreamin’ of you.
P.S. I love you.
P.S. I love you.

Where is the love?

“If ever the river could,
Whisper your name,
Would the choices you make still… be the same?
Like a flower that dies from angry rain
… Why do we hurt
Ourselves?

Where is the love that let’s the sunlight in to start again?
The love that sees no colour.
Life begins with love…”

(from Where is the Love sung by Celine Dion)