Categories: life during the pandemic, personal growth, photojournalism
Tags: Animal puppets, cat photos, Fearless Soul, gratitude, Nelson Mandela quote, Pi Day, South Shore of Boston, tuna sandwich, Whole Foods Market, Yogi Tea
Yesterday, when I saw this:
… I stopped to think how check-in is so important in every therapy group I do.
In my therapy groups, after we complete a mindfulness exercise, we do check-in, wherein people:
- introduce themselves to each other,
- describe their experiences in the moment,
- report on what’s been going on for them,
- express their expectations, hopes, and/or concerns about the session ahead, and
- share whatever else they choose.
As I remind people every time, there is no right or wrong way to do check-in.
I am now going to check in with my phone, to check in any other photos from yesterday.
Now I’m ready for my check-in!
Today, I am very grateful to be here with all of you. Since I last checked in with you via this blog, I had a full day of work and then I went out to dinner with my boyfriend and my son. At the large teaching hospital where I work, I’m so happy I get to see people individually and in groups AND also be available to patients visiting their doctors who need emotional support, in the moment. Sometimes, when I’m on “quick response” (as I was yesterday afternoon), I don’t get a lot of calls. In that case, I always find other things to do, some of which I share on this blog.
I’m done with my check-in, so now I shall pass it to you. Feel free to check-in with a comment, below.
And thanks to all who check in, whenever and however they do.
There are several points I’d like to make in today’s post. This point is as good as any other point to start making these points:
- This point in time is a one-point-in-a-century Pi Day in the USA, because if you remove the slashes in today’s date — 3/14/15 — and replace the first one with a decimal point, you get the first five numbers of Pi: 3.1415.
- At points during this morning, my son Aaron (who turned 17 at the precise point of 2/23 last month) will be taking his SATs (which stood for Scholastic Aptitude Tests, at some point).
- Aaron’s pointed answers to those pointed test questions might point him towards some pointy-headed colleges, and he needs two pointy #2 pencils to take the test.
- At 10 o’clock this morning, I will be seeing the musical “Hairspray” during which I’ll probably point at the stage at some point and whisper to my ex-sister-in-law, Deborah: “Look! It’s my great niece and your granddaughter, Victoria!”
- 10 AM in the morning is a surprisingly early point to see a live musical, if you get my point.
- At all the other performances of “Hairspray” this weekend, my son Aaron is responsible for pointing the lights at the actors.
- Tomorrow, Sunday — a point in my week when I’m usually relaxing — I will be spending point-in-time 9 AM to point-in-time 4 PM at a retreat where 20+ people will be making points about a subject they feel pointedly passionate about: group therapy.
It is now that point in my posts where I show you what I’ve pointed my iPhone camera at, recently:
I’d like to point out — in that last photo — that there are no points on those two #2 pencils my son is holding. Aaron made the point he’ll give those two pencils some pointy points with a pencil sharpener at the testing center.
Soon after I pointed my camera at Aaron this morning, I remembered the point that it’s bad luck to wish somebody luck at any point before a performance, so instead of saying “Good Luck” or “Break a leg!” to him, I said, “Break a pencil!”
Here’s a song I’ll be hearing and seeing at one point and Aaron wil be seeing and hearing at four points this weekend:
If you can’t start the beat of “You Can’t Stop the Beat” from Hairspray, you can find it on YouTube, at any point.
Have you ever heard it’s impolite to point? Feel free to get points with me by making points about that or about any other points or photos in this post, in a pointed comment.
Pointed thanks to Aaron, Deborah, and Victoria; to people who do healing work in groups; to Pi; to pencils with points; to Hairspray (which I typed differently at various points); to all who helped me make the points in this post; to semi-colons (which are just commas with points over them); and — even more pointedly — to my readers, who are more than a thousand points of light in my life, at this point.