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Life can be wildly tragic at times, and I've had my share. But whatever happens to you, you have to keep a slightly comic attitude. In the final analysis, you have got not to forget to laugh. |
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One of the most interesting things about counseling is homework. Yup, I get homework. There is no way that I could sort out my messy life in less than an hour a week. If I just went to blah, blah, blah...I could do that anywhere. I would end up with lots of people avoiding me but I pay someone to sit patiently while I sort out my mess. I have had two really good counselors that give me some awesome suggestions for looking at my world differently. Mind you, I don't always like what they have to say. Some times I get down right pissed about it. But if my own ideas were working well, I wouldn't be looking for another perspective. Having someone else shine a light on things differently changes an entire picture. Happened again tonight. A single statement from NewCounselor and I am reassessing my perspective all the way home. My home work...what was I like before I was messed up. I was 4 years old. Hadn't started school yet. I have grandchildren older than that. On facebook one of my DDs posted my son holding his little daughter up over him while he was leaning back in a chair. The delight they were sharing was just awesome. A time when the world was beautiful with soft kitties and pretty flowers and lovely colors. I loved the world. I loved watching ants. I loved watching spiders. I loved watching birds. I loved petting kitties. I loved dancing. I would dance anywhere and everywhere. My cousin had a ballerina costume that I tried on and they took my picture. I loved the beach and the sand on the water and the swishing sound of the waves. I loved the smell of cut grass. I loved the irrigation that would sometimes bring crawdads. You know, I still love all those things. I was helping at a elementary school. The children were gathered at the edge of the irrigation gawking at the strange creature floundering in the water. I recognized a washed up crawdad. I became an instant hero when I took off my shoes and ran a rescue mission. I scooped the crawdad into a jar of irrigation water and released it into a canal. Kids were amazed to watch this adult wade out into the stinky water for a crawdad. We did warn them that the kids were not allowed to help me. My photographs are a record of all the amazing things I find where ever I go. Herons, hawks, and ducks at the park. All the animals at the zoo. Flowers abundant everywhere. Sunsets that are just breath taking. Yup, I am going to love my homework.
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| Go Dog, Go! |
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| Oooo Glitter |
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| Flutterbyes |
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| Arial fishing |
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| Hut...2...3...4 |
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| Better than a crayon box |
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