My last therapy session, I had a thought/image later about how my therapy sessions lately have been like the t and I sorting through tangled threads together as I sew myself back together. It is a lovely comforting image. I posted it in the Dear T thread, even, so I could track it. Later I ran across a tiny card with threads on the front, and on a whim I picked it up thinking I'd jot that thought down in the card and give it to her.
Except now I am looking at the card and I am reluctant to write in it and take it with me this week. I will get on over myself and do it anyway because it is intended to share a small kind thought with no more weight to it than that, and I am certain it will be received as such. But I even thought briefly, "This is dumb." Where the heck did that come from? Sheesh.
I am going to get out of my head and take my kids out for afternoon cheesecake.
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Since you cannot do good to all, you are to pay special attention to those who, by accidents of time, or place, or circumstance, are brought into closer connection with you. (St. Augustine)
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