My love of TEDtalks led me to hear Bob Stein speak about A Rite of Passage for Late Life. Bob spoke eloquently of his need for rituals from a young age and ways he had created them for himself throughout his lifespan. But then, he was faced with cleaning out boxes of “stuff” he had …
Last week’s blog post shared the news that my former sister-in-law, Sharon had passed away from a broken neck following a bad fall. The grief was overshadowed by the regret I felt. I had taken space from Sharon during a dark time in my life and never took accountability or let her know how deeply …
When the phone call came from my daughter Saturday night, I picked up my phone expecting an update on the viral infection that kept her in bed this past week. Instead, I heard the news that my former sister-in-law, Sharon had passed away. A fall last week resulted in a broken neck, and now sadly, …
If individual therapy is like a duet, then group therapy is a symphony. It carries the melodies of many voices and yet, somehow it creates a sense of rhythm and harmony that nourishes the soul. I love doing one on one therapy, with the solitary focus on one person, and being present for their process. …
I was a bit of a precocious child and any family or friends reading this are fervently nodding their heads in agreement. Many of the gray hairs on my parents head were probably caused by parenting me. I was independent and a bit stubborn, and I liked to do things my own way. I’d like …
I’m not sure how I made decisions yesterday, but some of them were clearly faulty. The first faulty decision was to miss church to outrun a rain storm, so I could kayak down a river that was swollen from recent rains. The current was powerful and swift. But I felt confident I could manage it. …
I met with a client last week who questioned decisions she had made in her life and how her life would be different if she had taken another path at a fork in the road. I thought about how many times we make decisions with our fingers crossed that it is the right one. Then …
A young woman sat on my couch and shared the ways in which her marriage, which was headed toward divorce, was showing signs of rebirth. Intimate conversations and a renewed sense of connection gave her hope. She also shared how scary it was to be in this place of rebirth. What if it only lasts …
Today, my friend shared a nightmare she experienced last night. She had been diagnosed with breast cancer and was beginning treatment. As she lay on the table waiting for chemo to begin, the clock on the wall began to get louder and louder. Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. Time is marching on. It’s been a theme …
