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[June 1] [Call the Midwife] Dry Spell
Title: Dry Spell
Day/Theme: June 1, 2016 "Somewhere in the desert there's a forest"
Series: Call the Midwife
Character/Pairing: Trixie
Rating: PG
For all that alcoholism had been absolutely ghastly, the fact of the matter was, sobriety, even when it came more easily than other times, was hardly a cakewalk. And without the sparkling veil brought down by a glass or two of baby cham with friends, whatever deficiencies one might sense in one's life were rendered all the more vivid and disappointing.
It wasn't a man she was missing in her life- or, rather, it didn't have to be a man, but there was a space within her that needed filling or she would flit about half-aimlessly forever, frittering away her youth and heart and energy. Jenny had found Phillip and redirected her desire to nurse toward other work; Chummy had Peter and Fred and all her volunteering to keep her so busy she scarcely had time to drop by for an occasional tea these days; Shelagh had seen that her place was outside the order and Cynthia had turned the other way to see that God meant her to do her work within it. Everyone had blazed trails and matured, coming into their own.
And it wasn't as if Trixie hadn't changed a bit too, but to what purpose?
Her life remained parched. Where did the desert give way to a forest? In what focus would she find fulfillment? And, oh, how long would it take her to find it?
Day/Theme: June 1, 2016 "Somewhere in the desert there's a forest"
Series: Call the Midwife
Character/Pairing: Trixie
Rating: PG
For all that alcoholism had been absolutely ghastly, the fact of the matter was, sobriety, even when it came more easily than other times, was hardly a cakewalk. And without the sparkling veil brought down by a glass or two of baby cham with friends, whatever deficiencies one might sense in one's life were rendered all the more vivid and disappointing.
It wasn't a man she was missing in her life- or, rather, it didn't have to be a man, but there was a space within her that needed filling or she would flit about half-aimlessly forever, frittering away her youth and heart and energy. Jenny had found Phillip and redirected her desire to nurse toward other work; Chummy had Peter and Fred and all her volunteering to keep her so busy she scarcely had time to drop by for an occasional tea these days; Shelagh had seen that her place was outside the order and Cynthia had turned the other way to see that God meant her to do her work within it. Everyone had blazed trails and matured, coming into their own.
And it wasn't as if Trixie hadn't changed a bit too, but to what purpose?
Her life remained parched. Where did the desert give way to a forest? In what focus would she find fulfillment? And, oh, how long would it take her to find it?