Defining Moments For Therapists
If therapy is a relational process, it takes a person on the therapist’s end. The goal of the project is to capture the therapist’s evolving sense of self as it is shaped by our experiences as active participants in a creative interaction.
The essays in this book are first-person accounts, by eleven therapists, of some “Aha!” moments when they got to understand themselves better, and to understand better why they do what they do.
Publication date: April 18, 2013
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Yoga helps us open inside and out as we increase awareness of our inner experiences and of the outside world,
learning to see ourselves and others clearly, and with love, helping us connect bravely.
If we can fall in love with the world, then we can love one special person.
But it all starts with loving and accepting ourselves.
Even though I wrote find A place, I really mean find YOUR place, the one spot where you feel secure. Ever see a dog or cat explore a room to find their lair? You need to do the same thing. Find a quiet, comfortable, beautiful spot to call your own. For some people that’s easy– If you belong in this group, you’re lucky, and good for you! Read no further. Other people find it a challenge to claim something as belonging to them. They may be prone to anxiety, and maybe there is no safe spot for them, at least… Continue reading →
From time to time, tune into your hands, see how they are feeling- tense, soft, hard, nervous, angry. Massage each finger and thumb and the palms of your hands. Then circle them one way, then the other. Wiggle your fingers and thumbs and say thank you for all the things they help you do- caress a child, hold a book, use a phone or a computer, hold a paintbrush, a camera, your sweetie’s hand.
Yesterday I found out that a distant relative had been injured in a serious car accident, and would require months of surgery and then many more months of rehab, if she survives. I was shocked. Today I flash between fear and despair when I think about her, and gratitude for being alive. She is a grandmother like me. Three grandchildren, like me. How many of us never get to experience the warm trusting body of a young child pressed up close to us. Last week I celebrated Passover with my family, and was briefly reminded to my own grandmother’s joyous… Continue reading →