The author can be found rummaging through life looking for nourishment in the early hours of the morning. He is slowly going sane by using his actual life and relationships to wake up.He lives in Cape Town with his teenaged daughter, two bassett hounds named Thelma and Louise and Digit... the cat. He hugs trees, has experienced numerous dark nights of the soul, collects incorrect Chinese packaging and tracks curious things to their lair.
Tracking JOY to its lairPsychotherapy October 14, 2012 - 12:12 pm No Comment
Last night I went to see my 10 year old daughter’s talent show. If I am honest, I was definitely not looking forward to 3 hours of little folk belting off key renditions of Annie. But, as the night wore on I found my cynicism waning and an odd sadness welling up in my heart. It became so clear to me that these courageous, bright, eager children were symbols of the ever reaching human spirit. I recognized the energy in these kids, it is the same energy I see buried beneath layers of slurry in many of the people who come seeking therapy. It is the desire to be seen, to be appreciated and loved for who they are. I too know that desire.
Perhaps therapy is not only there to ‘know thyself’, perhaps it is also a vehicle to help one to connect to Joy…