To heal a family is to heal individuals and generations to come. Below are my approaches to family therapy and a glimpse of what you can expect in our work together.
As a parent seeking therapy for your adolescent child, you may wonder what your role will be as your child establishes a confidential and deeply personal relationship with the therapist. Over the course of your child’s therapy, you may have many questions and concerns.
The prominent psychologist Erik Erikson in 1968 described adolescents as "shiftless Wanderschaft"—shiftless wanderers, implying that adolescents are best served by helping them focus on the future and getting down to the work of becoming adults. In my therapeutic work with adolescents and their families, my aim is not only to support these important tasks of adolescence but to also highlight and give space to what it means to be an adolescent—child no longer but not an adult.
Curiosity is one of the essential keys in moving through therapy towards healing. Meeting ourselves in therapy with a childlike curiosity can open doors that reveal treasures, bones, and answers to mysteries that have long held us prisoner.
Late yesterday afternoon I had an early dinner in Langley at Prima Bistro. If you're ever on the island, I highly recommend this sweet spot. The bistro sits on the second floor above the Star Store and looks east over Possession Sound toward the mainland. If you get a window seat, as I did, you can also look down on First Street and the Boy and His Dog Park (a thorough history of this gem can be found here), which is decorated for autumn and Halloween at the moment.
I wrote a poem several years ago—not one of my better ones—that began: I am the oldest daughter of the oldest son of the oldest daughter of the venerable Reynolds family of Pulaski, Virginia. Writing those words, remembering where I come from grounded me, stretching roots down down deep into the years.
James Hillman says, "The gift of an image is that it provides a place to watch your soul." Living a mythopoetic life is one of watching your soul and its deep, wide, open, and mysterious movements. Image is a marvelous way to do so—looking at images, creating images, reflecting on, inviting, and exploring images…
A heavy title, I know. But let's face it, many are experiencing a sense that we are, indeed, seeing the death throes of the world as we know it. I have been feeling it quite a bit this summer, thus the long stretch between postings here on Living A Mythopoetic Life.
Some things to know about being a Keeper of a Long File Name of Dreams: ~ Never underestimate the Power of your position. ~ Never overestimate your power as a Keeper. ~ If you get lost wandering the Libraries where the Dreams are stored, all the better. Aim for lost and wandering; you will then be found by the very thing you were looking for.
I opened my front door, ready to mindlessly go about my day, and stopped midstep. There was Wildness, hanging out, probably eating my newly planted thrumbergia and coleus. We stood motionless for a moment, and I spoke gently, telling her that I needed to get to work. Her ears moved back and forth, and I felt heard.
Lately, a thought has been running through my mind that I can't let go of - "We are all just being human." I've been thinking about what that really means—on the ground, in the trenches, day in, day out.
The first time I've set foot in a church in many many years. I am with loved ones and an aunt I have not seen in over 30 years. There are several hundred of us belting out the hymn in this Methodist church in Savannah, Georgia.
We are not going to take the journey in a straightforward fashion. Few lines from here to there are to be found in this mythopoetic life. Instead, the way meanders, wanders, wavers, pauses, and loops back around. Haven't we been this way before?
I drove north today, leaving the island and solitude of my green house, to visit a young friend whom I had not seen in years. I was her teacher for a very brief time; our paths crossed when she was on a journey from darkness to darkness.
By way of welcoming and introducing you to this blog, I begin with the ancient and timeless words of the Sufi poet Rumi as he speaks of stories, myths, and an opening.
An opening. . . . . .
Take a moment and feel how those words resonate in your body.