January 14, 2015

In my on-going tribute to the 70s, I wore a knitted shawl that Tanti made for me when I was a child. I was pleased that it still fit, although the little matching skirt would not have been a pretty sight.   It was kind of a trip to realize the last time I wore it I was about 8 years old and here I am, low 40s, doing the same thing, with skinny jeans and tall boots, no less. My bangs almost did the Farrah Fawcett thing, too.

 I went outside to look a a fiercely rising sun, noticing frost, which is a lovely thing for me.    There was ice on the back window and frost on rooftops all over Placerville but my internal thermostat must be changing
 because I don't really notice the cold anymore.  I got to work, busy day.  5 more months...5 more months..5 more months...then hopefully...until I finish my hours....


  Off to the practicum site, where I was given an introduction to various forms and information on funders, how to fill things out, etc. and this is the easy stuff. Working with the clients is the icing part:  it's the paperwork that causes all the headaches. I was there another two hours and because I didn't check available meeting rooms,  I'll have to return tomorrow,  as well. I am excited to meet my first client though, a child. <3  I did hit my first hiccup, however... though I only apply one small squirt  of  patchouli oil,  it's a scent not easily hidden.  The area where I will  be working is fragrance free, so I can't put on any kind of scent when I am going to therapy. It's probably a good practice for me to stop wearing any fragrance at all, considering I'm on school campuses<not that kids don't need a good dose of patchouli...it promotes peace & love>.  I'll save the perfume for date nights...BWAHAHAHA

Despite not having a class - I've not been home till late, and I can see how the hours will be eaten up.  I am looking forward to being done so I can focus on learning this other stuff.  I just found Spanish lessons - but when will I fit that in?  Am I really 43?  There's still so much to do!!









A poem, by Emily Dickenson, entitled
 "Each Life Converges to Some Centre"

Each Life Converges to some Centre --
Expressed -- or still --
Exists in every Human Nature
A Goal --
Embodied scarcely to itself -- it may be --
Too fair
For Credibility's presumption
To mar --
Adored with caution -- as a Brittle Heaven --
To reach
Were hopeless, as the Rainbow's Raiment
To touch --
Yet persevered toward -- sure -- for the Distance --
How high --
Unto the Saint's slow diligence --
The Sky --
Ungained -- it may be -- by a Life's low Venture --
But then --
Eternity enable the endeavoring
Again.

Pictures: Morning frost in  my backyard; A beautiful tree that reminds me of Toto; Lemon seeds, which are becoming quite important in my life in many ways; Another rainbow sunset.