tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-368586705393632441.post7105342059719921886..comments2017-07-14T01:55:53.672-07:00Comments on Cath Blackfeather Poetry and Short stories: Caring for my mother: “Get off your cross, we need the wood.”Dubchickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15642477360116636364noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-368586705393632441.post-82158279914732015722016-06-23T03:14:00.399-07:002016-06-23T03:14:00.399-07:00Good words Howard :) Good words Howard :) Dubchickhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15642477360116636364noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-368586705393632441.post-42104938475863000682016-06-21T13:11:17.654-07:002016-06-21T13:11:17.654-07:00I just read this post, and your prior one, Cath, a...I just read this post, and your prior one, Cath, and I have to say that I resonate with what you are courageously sharing. I have been through my own version of what you describe - and I see parallels in the lives of many people I treat, as well as friends and family. It is certainly true that the bulk of this kind of burden falls to women, but I can say that some men experience it too. At the very least, I can say that I have, and still do, have some of the same feelings. I can also say, that like you, I'm learning that by being real with, and acknowledging what I feel (just as it is), I can show up in a more conscious way to both what I need, and what others around me really need. Thanks for the deep sharing...Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06656154037040533040noreply@blogger.com