“I’m not upset that you lied to me, I’m upset that from now on, I can’t believe you.” -Friedrich Nietzsche Last night, while I was tidying up the kitchen after dinner, I heard a soft tapping at the door. A moment later, Witchy stepped in from the porch — minus her usual enthusiastic smile. “Hi,…
Last night, Witchy came spinning into my cottage (as she always does. I’ve never seen anyone so…um…“enthusiastic” about every moment of life). “Liberty! Guess what?” “Hmm. With you, Witchy, I can’t even begin to imagine ‘what.’” She paused her exuberant spinning for a moment, cocking her head to one side. “Why not?” “Well, because with you,…
This morning, Witchy rapped on my cottage door before spinning her way into my kitchen, as she does so often. And I’m so glad she does; she lights up my life like no one else. I feel blessed to have met her on a walk in the woods one day. It wasn’t long after she and her…
Yesterday afternoon, I dropped in on Witchy at her adorable cottage in the woods. “Would you like to go for a walk?” I asked on entering her tiny kitchen. “I guess so.” Usually exuberant and bubbling over with enthusiasm, her half-hearted reply and droopy demeanour meant something was wrong. “What’s the matter, Witchy? You seem sad.”…
“You cannot expect to live a positive life if you hang with negative people.” — Joel Osteen Yesterday in the darkness of the late afternoon, I curled up in a comfy chair by the fire. Throwing a well-loved afghan over my lap, I was re-reading a favourite novel — Gone With the Wind. I thought I…
Since Witchy’s “secret trauma that forced her to become vegan,” she has been on quite a journey of self-discovery. “And food discovery,” she adds, as usual reading over my shoulder. I wonder how long before she remembers that I don’t like it when she does that. Or how long before I figure I might as well just…
While our dear little Witchy was living deep in the heart of the Transylvania Forest, she never saw a cheetah. “That’s because there aren’t any living there,” she offers, once again reading over my shoulder. “I know, Witchy. I was getting to that…” I guess I don’t need to say it now. Anyway…she’s been enjoying learning…
When our dear friend, Witchy, was living in the Transylvania Forest — before her life blew up — she was happy and carefree. But after her friends turned on her and relentlessly made fun of her, Witchy began to feel like there was something wrong with her. To fill you in (in case you don’t know her story),…
Witchy came spinning through my kitchen after drawing this picture. She couldn’t wait to show it to me. She was especially proud of the octopus. “Don’t you love it? Isn’t he cute? I want to kiss him,” she giggled. “And I bet he gives the best hugs.” “Yes, Witchy, he’s adorable. Nice job — again.”…
After all the bullying and awfulness that dear Witchy endured in the Transylvania Forest, an important part of her healing journey has been making friends. This hasn’t been easy, as she is adapting to a whole new life in England, where everything is strange. It’s hard enough to heal from a major trauma when you’re in…