Attempts to dealing with grief

Papaver variations downzised

What can I say. I have tried to explain it in so many ways, what happened inside me, when our dog died.
Of course, there are a large range of possibilities to describe all feelings, also grief.
The easiest way is to blame it on chemical reactions and micro-electric reactions affecting nerve ends. For now, when I have to pull myself together before Christmas Eve, I stick to this model of explanation, even if it’s a shallow and superficial model.
We are bio-chemical and micro-electrical power-plants, so are our feelings.
Do I believe that is all we are? No, I don’t. Although, at some occasions, we might benefit from remembering that we actually are that as well.

I can’t find a title for this post, and I get too sad trying…

2014-09-09

It was a hard hit, loosing our dog. My fiancé had to help me get rid of all the dog-stuff I had collected over the past seven years. He even had to use a hanger to remove the agility obstacles I’d build. It is better now, but at the beginning, I couldn’t see any of this objects without bursting into tears.
To get my mind into something else, I took up my life project again, which is to finally publish my book. But then, after sending the first chapter to my first beta-reader, I was so struck by nerves, I just had to engage myself into yet another project, while I’m waiting for her to get back to me…
That’s why this photo-manipulations show up here in my book-publishing-blog. And, I’m afraid more will follow, thus the book project is a long run and a major challenge. It’s probably wise to break it up a little anyway, playing with forms and colors, it is fun too!