i've been withdrawn, into books and pictures, i want to be involved and i fear my withdrawal. it's fear. it's past. there's no refuge from fear. only connection. 
trudy is losing her memory, and the fear rushes in. and i fear that. the only way is through the fear. let fear come. let it go. breathe. note the fairy wings, the lichen on the bark, the singing swamp, the warm animal fur, the soft eyes looking back at you. the loss of memory is a fear. i know we are all in this together.