Posts Tagged With: salmon dish

Day 2682: What’s your worst fear AND what’s helping?

In the online groups I have been facilitating this week, I’ve been inviting people to share their worst fears and also what has been helping them deal with these.

My worst fear is that I won’t leave enough room for people to have all their feelings and what helps is my asking questions like that one.

Do you see any worst fears AND do you see anything that helps in my images from yesterday?

This interview with Dr. Fauci by Trevor Noah included worst fears and was also very helpful.

Please express worst fears AND what is helping you, in a comment below.

What helps me, every day, is finding and expressing gratitude wherever I am, so thanks to all (including YOU).

Categories: group therapy, personal growth, photojournalism, staying healthy | Tags: , , , , , , , , , | 21 Comments

Day 2669: Now we are at home

Now we are at home trying to make sense of all the changing developments in the COVID-19 worldwide crisis.

Now we are at home reading this English translation of an amazing poem by Mariangela Gualtieri.

March the Ninth Twenty Twenty
Mariangela Gualtieri

I’m telling you this
we needed to stop.
We knew. We all felt it
that it was too furious,
our frenzy. Being inside of things.
Outside of our selves.
Squeeze every hour – make it yield.

We needed to stop
and we couldn’t.
We needed to do it together.
Slow down the race.
But we couldn’t.
There was no human force
that could hold us back.

And since this
was for all of us a tacit wish
like an unconscious will –
perhaps our species has obeyed
loosened the bonds that protect
our seed. Opened
the innermost cracks
and let it in.
Perhaps this is why there was a leap
in the species – from the bat to us.
Something in us wanted to be opened.
Perhaps, I don’t know.

Now we are at home.

It is extraordinary what is happening.
And there is gold, I believe, in this strange time.
Perhaps there are gifts.
Nuggets of gold for us. If we help one another.
There is a very strong call
of the species now and as a species
we must each see ourselves. A common fate
holds us here. We knew it. But not well enough.
Either all of us, or no one.

The earth is powerful. Truly alive
I feel it thinking a thought
that we do not know.
And with what’s happening now? Let us consider
whether the earth is not what’s moving.
Whether the law that rules
the entire universe, whether what’s happening, I
wonder,
isn’t the full expression of that law
that governs us too – just like
every star – every particle of the cosmos.

Whether the dark matter was this
being bound together in an ardor
for life, with the sweep of death that comes
to rebalance every species.
Keep it within its dimensions, in its place,
going in the right direction. It is not us
who made heaven.

An imposing voice, without words
tells us to stay home now, like children
who are in trouble and don’t know why,
and won’t get kisses, won’t be hugged.
Each within a suspension
that takes us back, perhaps to the slowness
of ancient ancestors, of mothers.

Look more at the sky,
daub a dead man ochre. Bake bread
for the first time. Look intently at a face. Sing
a child softly to sleep. For the first time
hold someone else’s hand tight
feel the strength of the agreement. That we are
together.
A single organism. The whole species
we carry within us. We are saving it inside us.

To that grasp of a palm
in another person’s palm
to that simple act that we are now forbidden –
we will return with expanded awareness.
We’ll be here, more attentive, I think. Our hand
will be more delicate in the doing of life.
Now that we know how sad it is
to stand one meter apart.

Translation by Lucy Rand e Clarissa Botsford

Now we are at home taking this photo …

IMG_2316

… and noting that Oscar does not understand the concept of social distancing.

Now we are at home eating fresh food again because a dear friend dropped off supplies for us yesterday.

IMG_2318

Now we are at home listening to music we love about home.

Now we are at home, feeling grateful for all we have, including YOU.

IMG_0247

 

Categories: personal growth, photojournalism | Tags: , , , , , , | 28 Comments

Day 2648: All I Care About

All I care about, at this point, is getting through 2020 doing as little harm as possible to others and to myself.

All I care about is explaining that “doing as little harm as possible to others and myself” includes:

  • kindness,
  • compassion,
  • authenticity,
  • acceptance,
  • openness,
  • forgiveness,
  • learning, and
  • balancing care for others with care for self.

All I care about is sharing my photos from yesterday.

fullsizeoutput_42cd

IMG_1949

IMG_1951

IMG_1950

IMG_1944

IMG_1943

fullsizeoutput_42ca

fullsizeoutput_42cc

IMG_1947

Here’s “All I Care About” from the musical Chicago:

All I care about is what you care about, so please comment, below.

All I care about, in the end, is gratitude.

IMG_1906

Categories: personal growth | Tags: , , , , , , , , , | 23 Comments

Day 2620: Incredible life moments

fullsizeoutput_41d7

fullsizeoutput_41ca

IMG_1204

IMG_1211

IMG_1212

fullsizeoutput_41cd

fullsizeoutput_41c8

IMG_1187

fullsizeoutput_41be

IMG_1202

IMG_1237

IMG_1232

fullsizeoutput_41d2IMG_1209

IMG_1208

IMG_1221

IMG_1207

fullsizeoutput_41d4

IMG_1210

IMG_1218

fullsizeoutput_41d6

IMG_1231

IMG_1236

IMG_1238

IMG_1235

Last night, after spending many incredible life moments at work and at home, I watched An American in Paris with these incredible life moments:

Comments from you are incredible life moments for me.

Thanks to all who help me share incredible life moments in this blog, including YOU.

IMG_1213

Categories: personal growth, photojournalism | Tags: , , , , , , , , , , | 20 Comments

Day 2599: Anxiety’s moments

Yesterday, many moments after creating Day 2598: Moments you dream about, I heard the 1970s Chicago tune, Anxiety’s Moment …

… which lasts only a few moments.

In the 1970s, I had several anxiety’s moments, including when I heard about Chicago’s wonderful singer-guitarist-songwriter Terry Kath‘s  untimely death from “an accidental gunshot wound to the head.”  That still causes anxiety’s moment when I think about it  in this moment.

In these very early moments of the 2020s, many people are already expressing lots of anxiety’s moments.  Are you one of them?

Do any of my photos from yesterday add to or relieve anxiety’s moment?

IMG_0714.JPG

fullsizeoutput_40f5.jpeg

fullsizeoutput_40f1

IMG_0718

fullsizeoutput_40f2

IMG_0720

fullsizeoutput_40f3

IMG_0725

IMG_0726

fullsizeoutput_40f4

fullsizeoutput_40f0

fullsizeoutput_40ef

IMG_0729

IMG_0730

Please no lectures but please do take a moment to leave a comment about this anxiety’s moments post.

As always, I relieve anxiety’s moments by expressing my gratitude to all who help me create this daily blog, including YOU.

fullsizeoutput_40e4


Moments after I published this post, I found this video on YouTube, which includes many amazing moments with Chicago and the Beach Boys:

 

 

Categories: personal growth, photojournalism | Tags: , , , , , , , , , , | 19 Comments

Day 2550: Narrative

Because of the kind of narrator I am, I’m going to start today’s narrative with a definition of “narrative”.

NARRATIVE

noun
1. a story or account of events, experiences, or the like, whether true or fictitious.
2. a book, literary work, etc., containing such a story.
3. the art, technique, or process of narrating, or of telling a story:
“Somerset Maugham was a master of narrative.”
4. a story that connects and explains a carefully selected set of supposedly true events, experiences, or the like, intended to support a particular viewpoint or thesis:
“to rewrite the prevailing narrative about masculinity”; “the narrative that our public schools are failing.”

Because I’m a psychotherapist who uses narrative therapy, I’m going to add to the narrative here with a description of that.

Narrative therapy is a form of psychotherapy that seeks to help people identify their values and the skills and knowledge they have to live these values, so they can effectively confront whatever problems they face. The therapist seeks to help the person co-author a new narrative about themselves by investigating the history of those qualities. Narrative therapy claims to be a social justice approach to therapeutic conversations, seeking to challenge dominant discourses that it claims shape people’s lives in destructive ways.

Yesterday, I noticed some self-destructive, outmoded, and fixed narratives, including

  • I am worthless.
  • I cannot trust anyone.
  • I am stuck forever.
  • I am weak.
  • If people knew the real me, they would reject me.
  • I am worthwhile only when I’m at my best.
  • People don’t want to listen to me.
  • Speaking up is dangerous.
  • Not speaking up is dangerous.
  • People who dislike me can ruin my life.
  • I am helpless.
  • If I ask for help, I won’t get it.
  • People, including me, are not capable of change.
  • There is no hope.

I always have hope that people can change their narratives.  After all, there are so many different ways to tell a story, even the story of your life.

Do my photos from yesterday create a narrative?

IMG_9616.JPG

IMG_9617.JPG

fullsizeoutput_3edb.jpeg

IMG_9623.JPG

 

 

fullsizeoutput_3edd.jpeg

fullsizeoutput_3edf

fullsizeoutput_3ede

fullsizeoutput_3eda.jpeg

IMG_9643.JPG

fullsizeoutput_3ed9.jpeg

The people at SoundBot are sharing the narrative, above, that every moment deserves a song. Here‘s a song — which intertwines lots of narratives — that I was listening to yesterday with my new SoundBot wireless musical earmuffs:

We all have a different, personal narrative of the events of September 11, 2001, but we all share elements of that painful narrative.

I look forward to the narratives in the comments, below.

I end every narrative here with gratitude, so thanks to all who help me create these daily posts, including YOU.

IMG_9614

 

 

Categories: personal growth, photojournalism, Psychotherapy | Tags: , , , , , , , , , , | 19 Comments

Day 2480: Different

Although I’ve published many different posts, including Day 2394: A little bit different, Day 1930: Lucky to be different, Day 1835: Different ways to say things, Day 1762: Different parts, Day 1726: Different perspectives, Day 972: Intentionally Different, Day 689: Different stylesDay 690: Different styles (continued)and Day 453: Different languages (and dances)this post is different from all the other ones, just as each one of us is different from everybody else.

When I give a 5-minute talk at my college reunion on September 21, I’m going to stress how different I am, with this beginning:

Everybody our age remembers where they were and what they were doing on November 22, 1963. I’m different from the rest of you.  I have no memories of that day, because I was having heart surgery to receive my first cardiac pacemaker.

Every time I rewrite that opening, it’s different, but the meaning remains the same.

This post is different because it has only three photos.

IMG_8184.JPG

IMG_8185

IMG_8186

Today is going to be different because

  • I’ll be facilitating a different version of my Coping and Healing groups for staff at the Primary Care Practice of the major Boston hospital where I work and
  • each day is different from what we expect.

Last night, I asked my boyfriend Michael — who is different from everybody else —  if he thought that staff group would go okay today.  He said (in different words), “Why should this be different from every other time you’ve done this before?”

Here’s “Dare to be Different” by Donovan (with a slideshow of different photos created by passage2truth):

 

As always, I care about your different thoughts and feelings about this post.

There are many different ways to express gratitude to those who help me create this blog and to those who read it, and here are some of them:

Categories: group therapy, personal growth, photojournalism | Tags: , , , , , , , , , | 17 Comments

Day 2314: Look at me!

Look at me, writing a second blog post titled “Look at me!” almost exactly two thousand and two hundred days after the first one.  (Who’s counting?  Look at me!)

Look at me, sharing what I drew in a therapy group yesterday, when the topic chosen by the group was “children.”

IMG_3902

Look at me, seeing my wonderful dentist for the first time since his double lung transplant eight months ago.

IMG_3903

For the first few years of this blog, I didn’t let anybody look at me!

Look at me, sharing all my other photos from yesterday.

IMG_3897

fullsizeoutput_3807

IMG_3899

fullsizeoutput_380a

fullsizeoutput_3808

IMG_3904

IMG_3905

IMG_3906

fullsizeoutput_3809

IMG_3908

IMG_3909

Look at Harley, letting me look at him without running away.

When I searched YouTube for “Look at Me”, I found this ear-splitting, dubbed video of a 7 year old allegedly rapping the late  XXXTentacion’s “Look at Me!” on America’s Got Talent.

Look at me, warning you not to watch that unless you lower the sound before you get to the dubbed rapping.  Here‘s  7-year-old Mir Money‘s actual performance on the show:

Look at Howard Stern hugging Mir Money after he made him cry.

Look at XXXTentacion performing “Look at Me!” live in 2017, almost exactly a year before he was murdered at age 20.

Look at me, looking forward to looking at all your comments about this “Look at Me!” post and also thanking all who helped me create it.

Version 3

 

Categories: group therapy, personal growth, photojournalism | Tags: , , , , , , , , , | 25 Comments

Day 2298: National Nutrition Month

Did you know that March is National Nutrition Month? I wouldn’t have, either, except I saw this yesterday:

IMG_3671

I agree that there are lots of ways to get nutrition, including games, snacks, and prizes.

I think it’s interesting that national nutrition month is the same month that, in this nation,

  • offers no holidays from work,
  • comes in like a lion and goes out like a lamb,
  • has a mind-and-body disrupting time change, and
  • features green food and drink, which never looks particularly nutritious to me.

Can you find any nutrition in my other photos from yesterday?

fullsizeoutput_37c0

fullsizeoutput_37bf

IMG_3657

IMG_3672

IMG_3661

IMG_3660

IMG_3662

IMG_3663

IMG_3664

IMG_3665

IMG_3668

IMG_3666

IMG_3673

fullsizeoutput_37c3

IMG_3675

IMG_3676

fullsizeoutput_37c4

I look forward to finding and supplying nutrition for others during National Nutrition Month.

I find nutrition in Neil Young‘s music. A search for “Neil Young Nutrition” brings this up on YouTube …

… and this:

 

I look forward to the nutrition in your comments.

Nutritious thanks to all who helped me create this “National Nutrition Month” post and — of course! — to unrepeatable, magical YOU.

fullsizeoutput_37c2

 

Categories: personal growth, photojournalism | Tags: , , , , , , , , , , | 19 Comments

Day 2263: Sux

Lately, I’ve been getting lots of news that sux.   That news has included:

  • the premature death of a lovely woman I’ve known for years,
  • injustice in the legal system,
  • a diagnosis of brain cancer for another beloved friend,
  • the appointment of a fossil fuels lobbyist to the U.S. Cabinet as Secretary of the Interior, and
  • pretty much all the news in the media, which I’ve been trying to avoid.

When there’s so much news that sux, it helps me to share my feelings and thoughts with others.  Right before I started writing this post, a friend and I wrote “Sux” to each other on Messenger.

It also helps me to take in  and share what’s not sucking around me.

It sux when somebody posts photos in a blog post that are difficult to read.  If you want to suck in more of what’s going on in any of those pictures, please suck it in and click on it.

It sux when there are demons in your life, but there always are, so why not name them, as suggested by that mindfulness card, above?  When I first read the front of that card “Name the demons,” I sucked in my breath as I imagined naming them “Fred,” “Gertrude” or “Charlie.”

It sux that I have to get to work early this morning, so here’s what I can quickly find on YouTube for “Sux.”

 

Here’s what comes up for “Sux Music”:

I notice connections  between those two “sux” videos about what sux.

It never sux to experience and express gratitude for what you do have, so thanks to all who helped me write this “”Sux” post and — of course! — to YOU.

 

IMG_2976

IMG_2967

IMG_2968

Categories: personal growth, photojournalism | Tags: , , , , , , , , , , | 23 Comments

Blog at WordPress.com.