Transference 2

A few weeks ago, I wrote about envisioning and touching a homeless person. Imagine with me, meeting a homeless man or woman. Their hair is matted and filthy. Lice are crawling through it and onto their forehead. Their clothes smell of feces and urine. Sores are evident on their grime-covered skin and you are sure … Continue reading Transference 2

Invaders

Movement caught my eye among the sticks and leaves nestled high up in the crook of our large Linden tree. Squirrels had built the nest, and I expected to see a black bushy tail twitching about. One emerged, but it had white stripes on it. Confused, I blinked several times. “I think that’s a raccoon!” … Continue reading Invaders

Transference

Imagine with me, meeting a homeless man or woman. Matted, filthy hair covers their head. Lice are crawling through it and onto their forehead. The odour of feces and urine emanates from their tattered clothing. Open, oozing sores are evident on their grime-covered skin and you are sure they carry something contagious. Flies crawl across … Continue reading Transference