It’s raining this morning. There is no need for rain here in Keene, New Hampshire. There is snow here, and there is ice; there is wet stuff on everything. I’m thinking about Australia, and the uncontainable blazes, and the animals, and the people, and I’m so, so sad that I cannot displace today’s rain from … Continue reading Trying to do my part
Like many of my colleagues that feel deeply connected to the practice of psychotherapy, I believe that I was built for this kind of work. When in the therapy room, I feel capable, confident, and clear – this is what I have always done; this is what I do. When I attend trainings on methods … Continue reading Therapy is my calling, but writing is nurturing my soul.
I have a new favorite show. It’s called Modern Love, it’s on Amazon, and it’s based on the Modern Love column from the New York Times. It’s moving and it’s lovely. In one episode, Anne Hathaway plays a woman with bipolar disorder navigating relationships and work as best she can while swinging between her … Continue reading Shout Yourself Out Loud.
I kill all things green. This is my truth around gardening and, though I’m deeply unhappy about it, it’s factual. If you give me a plant I will kill it. Consider yourself warned- please don’t gift me plantlife. That said, my mother-in-law is here this weekend, replete with her very green thumb, and she’s graciously … Continue reading Gardening is like self-work (and I’m not the best at it)…
The thought that life could be better is woven indelibly into our hearts and our brains. – Paul Simon My blood is alive with many voices telling me that I am made of longing. – Rainer Maria Rilke Last night my husband and I went out for Indian food at our local favorite place. I … Continue reading Itch, Itch, Itch