tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7310561639547971922.post7972019606730832026..comments2024-01-08T08:43:29.509+10:30Comments on roslyn ross - small stones and other poems: On madness and deathRoslyn Rosshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15700960108357035957noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7310561639547971922.post-57184555431905831112012-03-13T23:26:53.249+10:302012-03-13T23:26:53.249+10:30Thanks AW. I thought you might appreciate an expla...Thanks AW. I thought you might appreciate an explanation.<br />I doubt many would get the true meaning but think the message is there. It refers actually to my mother-in-law who literally spent ten years pretty much lying face down on the bed - depression, psychoses, anxiety - her husband looked after her. And then one day I heard her laugh - it was surprising. Within a few months she had 'returned to herself' - always eccentric but relatively sane - within six months she was diagnosed with cancer and six months later she was dead.<br />Others were more surprised than I was because having read a lot about psychology and psychiatry I knew that it was not uncommon for patients to be restored to mental health when they became physically unwell and then, if the condition was 'cured' and they were physically healthy, the mental condition returned.<br />But the nice thing was after ten years we had her 'back' for a year or so before she died. Even more interestingly, having lived with someone in this state, and not knowing how much or anything 'got through' to her, we discovered that she had fond, clear and deep memories of all that had gone on around her - including the time we flew her and my father-in-law to stay with us in Belgium and took them to Spain - where she also pretty much lay face down on the bed.<br />It gave me clear proof of something I had read about but I think it astonished (and heartened) everyone else.Roslyn Rosshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15700960108357035957noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7310561639547971922.post-50533190427501204762012-03-13T23:22:57.721+10:302012-03-13T23:22:57.721+10:30but she was needed in the world,
which others held...but she was needed in the world,<br />which others held as real. <br />So trailing ribboned memory,<br />she walked once more in time,<br />that we could also recognise;<br /><br />How challenging it can be to live in the 'real' world. Sometimes life's tenticles just keep pulling us back into its reality.<br />What a great title for a beautiful painting....so much talent within one soul.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com