Elegant Existentialist: Thoughts from a Therapist

 

Winter Solstice By Raquel Morris The darkness arrives early Allowing us to see that which doesn’t reveal itself during the day that which doesn’t shine but burrows into our body and soul known but unbeknownst until we close our eyes to look within. Then we feel it tugging at us like a small, lost child afraid to speak amidst all the commotion but we found it.  Curled in a ball under the blankets a heavy heart sinking instead of beating filling with grief and pain friends who have passed, only the diminishing past exists. My heart holds the weight of the world,  client stories of trauma,  hearing cries of children be hurt, billions of animals  being burned this world can be so cruel. There’s a pillage  of the Earth. To go on everyday it takes calcification to continue on despite it all  but it hardens turning the softest  flesh  to rock. On this day of...