I've about decided to blame all this on the Man With No Name,
kenshusei. Yes, this is a gentle, friendly nudge here, and make no mistake it is friendly. I am rather amused to be able to claim that I know a Man With No Name. He wrote something yesterday about bereavement, which I didn't answer despite my extensive personal and professional experience in this area, partially because others already said much of what I'd say. And partially because, unless my professional judgement leads me to start pushing on the topic, I've come to the position that the best one may say to the bereaved is Silent Action.
What the Man With No Name did say got me to thinking, as it so often does, though not necessarily about bereavement. Unless one accepts that as being part of life. No, I got to thinking about the similarities and differences between two parts of Who I Am, and What I Do.
( Probably Too Many Words, but... Art Provides a Catharsis of Emotion )
( And, in Summary )
So there. Oh, and here; here's a couple bucks. With all of that you can go buy a cup of coffee.
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What the Man With No Name did say got me to thinking, as it so often does, though not necessarily about bereavement. Unless one accepts that as being part of life. No, I got to thinking about the similarities and differences between two parts of Who I Am, and What I Do.
( Probably Too Many Words, but... Art Provides a Catharsis of Emotion )
( And, in Summary )
So there. Oh, and here; here's a couple bucks. With all of that you can go buy a cup of coffee.