“The conversations you didn’t know you needed” could be part of an advertisement for group therapy.
It’s also a phrase I photographed between my two “Coping and Healing” groups yesterday.
Did you know you needed these conversations?
What about these conversations?
If you need another look at my “poetic” conversation about family (pictured a few conversations above), here it is:
I’m going to try to write a poem about family,
It’s probably not going to be very grammarly,
Families are where we are born,
They can make us happy or forlorn,
You can pick your nose but you can’t pick your family.
Here’s a recap of some other important conversations photographed above:
Ignore the environment, it will go away …
The best things in life aren’t things …
Don’t compare your insides to other people’s outsides.
Never worry alone.
If you need important conversations about this blog post, please participate below.
I don’t know about you, but I always need conversations about gratitude, so thanks to all who helped me create today’s post and — of course! — to YOU.
The Year(s) of Living Non-Judgmentally 
I wrote this poem about a friendly Thursday night conversation
This Is What Matters
My Thursday evenings, are a boys night out
As usual, we drank and chattered
Opinions on every general topic
No politics nor religion
We talk about important issues
Mainly, travel, music and sports
Lively banter, of who’s who
Any, this and thats
We know what matters
And how to save a world in tatters
Then I was asked about my trip
My adventures in New York
And the meeting of my cousins and their families
In the warmth of Philadelphia
Fondly, I mentioned my time there
With family, and my special niece
I explained how they thoroughly spoilt me
I said “Truly the best time of my life”
Slowly tears welled in my eyes
And my friends, saw the liquid joy in my heart
Then they said to me “We know, this is what matters”
Thank you for that most important poem, Ivor.
My humble pleasure…..
Here’s to you and your family and great picking (on your ukulele) Ann.
I need my conversations with you, Mark.
I hate to be contrary but I believe you can, and do, pick your family. I believe my friends are my family, although a funny thing about friendships is I don’t believe I’ve ever picked any of my friends. Friendships aren’t chosen; they just happen. So if you don’t mind I’d like to contradict myself again and say you don’t pick your family. Families just happen.
Well, that was unexpected, but I’m glad we had this conversation.
I’m so glad our friendship has just happened, my blogging brother.
Good moms let their kids lick the beaters…but the best moms lick the beaters themselves. My husband and I are always sure to lick the beaters these days, saving our kids from the sugar and raw egg.
You’re the best, Maureen. Thanks for all the wonderful conversations!
One of my oldest friends once told me I was boring. I hadn’t thought I needed that, but it was certainly seminal
I’ve had several conversations when I’ve said, “It takes one to know one” in response to people telling me about myself, Derrick. I wonder if that friend of yours was sometimes boring, too.
Possibly