Posts Categorized: Therapy
Hello, It’s been nearly three months, which I find hard to believe. Last we talked, I explained my need for a “Spring Break.” Well, guess what — I’m now extending that into a Summer Break as well. Please be happy for me. In between the working and the playing, I’ve been writing — obsessed with… more »
Last week’s post, subtitled the dilemma of choice, got me thinking anew about “choice” — from the act of it to the impact of it. I’m not sure where we’ll wind up at the end, but let’s get started. We’ll begin with the definitions. Curiously, “choice” as an adjective has opposite definitions. a positive connotation… more »
Yes, it’s another 50 year anniversary post. Do you know which one? March 13, 1969 — ring any bells? No? Welcome to today’s real topic: How easily we forget. Fifty years ago today, Apollo 9 returned to earth. “Which one was Apollo 9,” you ask? Not the one that went all the way to the… more »
Too Many Choices Each time I produce another And So It Goes post, I learn something. This week is no exception. In writing this follow-up to last week’s post, I have become aware of just how mind-numbingly unaware I have been about the luxury of choice I have enjoyed. Not what either of us was… more »
Have you entered the new year in the same way? This past November, I spent a weekend at one of our two local Buddhist retreat centers that call nearby Barnet, Vermont home. The workshop topic, “Transformative Dialogue,” intrigued me. The workshop turned out to be geared less toward those difficult conversations I’ve been interested… more »
When was it I promised I’d teach you The Cycle of Experience? A month ago? I’ve change my mind. And, I finished the post last week. BUT, it turned into too much talking ABOUT. Dense, academic, wonky. I don’t do that with you. I like to think I talk WITH you. I speak (I… more »
As I find myself heading back into private practice (I gave up the private practice I had built in Philadelphia when we headed to Peace Corps in 2004.) I’ve been revisiting the foundations of the work I do. Last week I introduced you to Mariah Fenton Gladis, my mentor and the director of the Pennsylvania… more »
Last week, in My Ode to August, I introduced you to Mariah Gladis, the woman behind the type of experiential therapy I once did and will do again, soon. And I promised you a fuller post that I hoped would honor her life and describe her unique style. Let’s begin with Mariah’s own words. In… more »
My Ode to August (don’t expect any rhymes) I love the month of August. When summer has finally settled down to business Winter’s bare spots in the lawn have filled in And all around me is lush and green and ripe and in bloom. By August the novelty of warm breezes has faded.… more »
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