I was up before the alarm – mostly because my body alarm was
telling me I really had to pee, but wait!
A light! Shit – that meant Ethan
was in the shower and ohmygodno I would have to wait, wait , wait until he
finished. My mind was in agony as I
contemplated the time it would take…maybe I should go run out in the back
yard? Maybe I…and then my mind started
thinking of all sorts of weird things that had absolutely nothing to do with peeing.
That’s the part of not being quite awake that’s weird. I finally sat up and then realized – I couldn’t
hear the water running because I had my earplugs ins. No biggie at all ! “Hey Ethan, can I come in? I need to pee…” and so, my day began with
brightness, positivity and an empty bladder.
We listened to Eazy E on the way to school. I couldn’t handle these pop songs anymore. Straight Outta Compton…I envisioned us in a gold
caddy with hydraulics. Yeaaahhhhh.. Of course Ethan would make me stop the jumping
as soon as we pulled up to school. At
least Maggie is ok with me – for a brief minute more, I know. I headed straight back home and had to figure
out AirBnB. My latest request had also
been turned down – wife wanted to come visit.
So I continued seeking. No
worries, I knew we would find the perfect place.
Time to head to my appointment where I was microabrasioned
and then chemically peeled. I am not a
big one to do these things, so this was kinda rare. I think I tried this once before. In the last three weeks - pedi, hair color and now this. What the hell is happening to me? At any rate, it is always great to see Marina
whom I’ve known for almost 12 years – I had my business and met her at BNI, we’ve
stayed in touch through all these years.
Once this was done and next appointments were set, I headed to work and
group supervision. More great feedback
from these incredible women and I am blown away by the people I work with. Really – I thought about that tonight as I
sat in practicum. I am not crazy about
many of the people in this class (and am not FB friends with any, so no
worries). Many people get into this for the
wrong reasons, I think. Yet I don’t see
evidence of that at the place I work.
The people here are very inspiring people that I continue to be amazed
by.
Quick salad run (I know, it’s getting pathetic but I want to
feel good for CH) and off to my personal therapy. This was incredible. I did a sand tray for the first time. Initially, I was not impressed with the idea and thought, “This will be stupid, I already kinda know what I’ll do,” but
then, it emerged and it was about staying in that safe place of Enlightenment,
safety, love, knowledge, light, compassion, rather than crossing that bridge
into the unknown for the adventure (and the journey it contains) to find the treasure. This treasure was hidden behind a castle,
guarded by 2 dragons and a poisons tree.
I found that I cannot stay in the safety area, for I carry all those things within
me, that I must always continue forth and push on, always seeking a new experience
and the lesson (or silver lining if it goes awry) the journey contains. It was very
helpful and an amazing session. I
loved it. Analysis of self through the subconscious;
does it get any better??
Off to class where I was one of the last to read my case
study. It was an intense case (so were
the others, though) and Weber didn’t question my theory or ask how/why/what…. Thank god, because I can not verbalize that
yet. I just do it. I’m so Nike.
Picture: My first sand tray. It's ok, I checked, it isn't sacred like my altar was (which I have since taken down). I get so nervous about messing with sacred things....
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