Squirrel <
ug...@hotmail.com> wrote:
> Squirrel has reached the Willow. The guardian is sitting eerily silent on
> one of the branches, eyes closed and looking out to the universe. To be
> honest. thinks Squirrel, the guardian wasn't really any good anyway. The
> spider had been much better. Squirrel goes in, sits down in a chair and
> throws the cushions out onto the floor. Puts feet up on coffee table.
> Starts thinking about the rainbow bridge. Feels that it has probably been
> only anger that has stopped Squirrel from crossing in the past. Anger is
> still there but in the wall of silence that is other people there seems
> little point in putting off an inevitable journey. Squirrel reflects back
> on an old path that was part of some psychological game online. In it you
> wandered along a path to some set pieces. One of them was a ginger jar.
> You were asked to describe it. Squirrel described a simple shiny green
> ginger jar. You were asked to open it and describe what it was inside.
> Squirrel found it to be shiny white and disappointingly empty inside. You
> were then told that the ginger jar was representative of your family. It
> had come as a bit of a start that this did feel like Squirrel's family.
> All very nice and promising looking on the outside but felt empty inside.
> Squirrel had always had the impression that Squirrel was supposedly loved,
> yet couldn't ever remember feeling loved. Yet family had dominated
> Squirrel's life far more than ever wanted. Squirrel had once been urged to
> discard family by a workmate, but Squirrel had not done so, and been
> dutiful to parents. Squirrel believes it is a good thing to look after
> family. However Squirrel's had no warm fuzzy feelings from doing so. It
> was probably a big mistake, and Squirrel would have been better off to
> have left a long time ago and had a life
>
Don't cross the rainbow bridge, that is not the answer. Be strong.