Category: Poetry
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between the hours, a moment held
As hour ends we stand side by side noting the green-gold shimmer of leaves against the brilliant blue, October sky Evokes sorrow, which we both acknowledge and then hold, briefly, in awkward silence Shared stillness in the midst of the 2:30 shuffle wanting to linger… Abruptly pulled from resonant trance Like the impact of a…
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Tree Mémoires
Once a month, 3 colleagues and I meet to practice leading one another in various forms of expressive process that we might want to use in our clinical work. Ultimately its an exploration of creativity, hence, vulnerability. Which is also what this blog is for me. A very public showing up with eclectic offerings, in…
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Lone Tear Lingers
Often I am witness to tender, intimate moments beckoning to be explored more fully in some other form. It is regretfully rare that I take the time to actively engage the creative process toward a tangible manifestation of what so often moves through me. The offerings in this post are not made to illustrate artistic…
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Receptivity in Clinical Practice: Canvas Waits, a poem falls into being
“Golden Boy, as he came to be known in a later part of our work, entered his first therapy session with earnest vulnerability, desperation and resolve. The session time ended quickly, he asked if he could return the next day. It was as if having begun, he could not risk losing momentum. At the top…