A Fine Line
I could say, ‘a fine feline line’. We have a plus 20 year old cat who has lost her companion of as many years. She is inconsolable; her cries of grief are so powerfully poignant that they bring tears to our eyes.
We are doing our best to comfort her. However, she is quick to take advantage. She has always been the ‘diva’, the ‘queen’ of the realm. She is able to keep up her vocal demands for attention for hours.
I very much value her expression of her grief. It is healthy. I know that she will begin to heal, as we all will. In the meantime, we talk to her, we pet her, she gets plenty of lap time. It is a fine line. She already is demanding more and more. So, we are giving her what she wants (she loves Doritos).
Just like we can trust that the pain won’t last at these levels of intensity, we also need to believe in our own capacity to heal. I can extend this to her, knowing that she too will move past the pain and find her own capacity for healing. We are walking the fine line together.