P.T.S.D. didn’t kill my best friend’s body but, as Victor Hugo wrote, it plowed a deep furrow within him. The cut stayed open and raw for a time before new seeds were planted then the open cut was closed over, sealing a completely new life in.

They Are The Standing Dead, the picture below shows my friend, my husband, as he was when I met him; ripped and in anguish. Frogs are moving in instead of seeds and represent the change and healing to come.

Why frogs? John, my husband, and I both love those little sweeties. Soon after meeting John, he became greatly distressed over a frog dieing at his house. He was embarrassed, not knowing I was a frog lover too but he couldn’t hide his sorrow. I can cry over a pet even if it doesn’t have fur, too, so I thought, “This is someone special, someone to get to know.” This was the first thing that attracted me to him. Now John’s open wounds accepted a new  kind of life and his P.T.S.D. is often a source of laughter. He jumps and screams at every sudden sound and this  reminds of what a new and great life he’s built.   nancymauerman.com

They Are The Standing Dead – Framed