A Welcome Pet Distraction

Falling asleep with
a rabbit on my lap, keeps
distracting me from
The
Pain and nausea
calling from my abdomen
exhausted body
Her
Silky fur between
my fingers, encourage
happy silent purrs
Of
Appreciation
until she ventures away
for a stretch and clean
Then
Tucked up warm alone
on the sofa, let winter
rain and blow outside

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Words of comfort

Read this morning on a FB feed story, it connected with me:
“Sometimes we all need to be told that everything is going to be okay, don’t we?”

And I thought I don’t hear that much. Then I thought, I try to tell myself that, but I don’t think I’m very good at really listening to myself. (and *that* is a *big* realisation).

So if it comes from other people, that is good. But I’m not very good at opening up and letting people know me well enough to be telling me that.

And maybe I am so good at “coping” and “getting by” through the tough times that I barely acknowledge to myself that I would benefit from comfort or help, let alone permit others to be aware of my needs.

I think it would be good to receive that comfort, in some way, more often. (but I’m unsure how to let that happen).

But most of all, I think I need those special words to be the starting point for a discussion on just what is going on in my life, of sharing of deep down what is inside me at the time, to let the encouragement reach that scared hidden part of me that is crying out for support.