There is no joy finishing this collection of Blogs. There is the emptiness of bidding a lover goodbye on a railway station the poverty of counting 11 shinny pennies when the lolly costs a full shilling.
I feel I’ve lost a friend; this constant companion of mine for the past few weeks as I've dipped into this book has gone and left me to look upon life for myself.
That is not to say these blogs are contemporary thoughts for the day; ‘follow this way and blessings will come.” On the contrary the writing of Victoria Dougherty has nothing about self, in terms of ego, rather it is self-abasing and humble in opening her life to the reader. This is a unique quality few manage, even diarists because there are no characters to hid behind, place difficult words on the lips of a fictitious lead. No here is an outpouring of honest comment of a writer who is at peace with her place in her home, faith, family and heritage. Who does not mince her words but recounts truth as it is the only currency of love and real life.
Although she clearly adores her husband Jack you cannot help but fall in love with this wonderful lady, full of vitality, wit and compassion. Her blogs are not homilies, she isn’t rushing to reach a number of words to fill the assignment, she is writing from her heart, sharing her life, bearing her soul and resonating with all that is good and true. Hey, people can try to critique he work but few can come close to her open honesty and criticise her life affirming opinions.
It is like falling into conversation with a wonderful traveller who in sharing your journey expands on all things that are worthy and true. Would that we could tarry longer or never reach our destination until all is understood. The writer shares her life without excuses; her mistakes and just poor luck, some bitterness and joy but a certainty that each day has more, as we live with freedom and love. .
Cold is a book that will warm the soul, challenge your complexity of roles and be a resource to return to as required. It is more than a diary, more than an auto-biography it is a conversation. By being so open in her writing, Vic or Vik shows us that the past doesn’t forge the future; the present is devoid of hope or humour however black the sky and that relationships are all that matter provided they are fuelled by respect for one another and a bond of love.
Thank you Vic for this collection in print and sharing these thoughts, I loved it all. Your trip with your son stands out on how you have grown as a woman and your intuitive nature on how to raise your kids and enjoy their company. I also adored your thoughts in ….this is silly, the review will become longer than the actual book.
Thank you for opening your heart without reservation or for gain.