“Over the past 35 years, I have worked in areas that have know the pain and suffering of traumatic events. Here I offer a view of the clinical (how overwhelmed coping mechanisms at times meet with resiliency), and the spiritual/existential (trusting/hoping that at some point in time…), but WHERE WE CANNOT PROVE.
“…Behold, we know not anything;
I can but trust that good shall fall
At last – far off – at last, to all,
And every winter change to spring.
So runs my dream: but what am I?
An infant crying in the night:
An infant crying for the light:
And with no language but a cry.”
In Memoriam, Tennyson (54.13-20)