Running errands. Encounter client. Now wedged in van’s front seat: client, me, burly friend. 9 adult family members sit behind. Boundary dilemma. A park. McQueen Park. Surreal. Tree like Avatar’s Tree of Life. Mist, everything, glorious monochromatic green. Magic happens here. Goose flies belly up. Sacred place. Separated from client. Turmoil. Relief. Excited to explore.
I 've been leading a therapeutic art group for incarcerated Vets for a year and a half; due to a lot of administrative changes and some glitches, I needed to make a decision about continuing. I decided to end my time--here's how I processed it: Loss, ending program participation Good work year & a half Set limits, got support Changes, me out of loop New Program, not good plan Clear about my concerns, expectations No dithering, no impulsiveness Ego telling me I'm wrong Intuition gives me truth Relief, release Take commitments seriously Opportunities, responsibilities Obstacles out of balance Intuition gives truth Don't have control, outgoing prayers