The Corona Borealis.

[T his post refers to my ex-husband.] I cannot know why he wanted to take this photo.  But I can tell you why she allowed him to make this image - I am beneath his boot, face to the floor, unable to move. I thought - at the time - that he took a photo of how he needed this relationship to be, to repeat his father's marriage.  I am crushed, his boot is heavy and cold. I can't move . That is how I felt with him, and a part of me had known right from the start that it would be this way. Is this an erotic image?  No, not for me, ever. He had told me what he wanted, how he wanted me to be, and I agreed. I know myself to be strong, and I was thinking, if he wants this, if this is really how he and I must be, his intentions are made clear. And now - so are mine; I'm feeding a monster, to prevent it ripping us all apart.  But, it did that anyway.... It started with his shame. I came home - where were the children - I don't remember now..? I found him looking at porn. His sha...

Yesterday I sat in the shadow of the Tor.  I had come here to complete the June visit - I connected my mp3 player to the sound bar and played a song by a young man whose death had led me here.  I thought of standing up, before letting the sounds ripple out to the four corners, to tell the whole story to everyone - and actually, in retrospect, perhaps that would have been the right thing to do.  But, I didn't.  I just played it.  It was time to let his ghost, go... As the music rang out I remembered sitting in the chamber of the coroner's court as the inquest was heard - and making my commitment to train as a therapeutic counsellor.  To become the sort of therapist he might have chosen to talk to. My question then was how do I prevent this death happening to others...or rather, how do I become the kind of counsellor who might be able to change someone's mind enough to alter their direction. At the inquest we heard that everyone had tried, everyone had done ...