On this, the second anniversary of starting my blog, I wanted to share with you a photo with a quote that encapsulates this painful, terrifying, wonderful process of recovery and therapy, which I have been writing about for the last two years. It shows why the way we navigate through this process is not by means of a route indicated on a map; but by means of a relationship, built together with another person. A very special sort of person called a therapist. This blog and this writing is dedicated to my own special person, my therapist who I love dearly. Everything I have written over the last two years is in one way or another a product of our relationship – it is a record of our work, as it manifests in my thoughts, feelings, words and actions. I am very thankful for the work already done, for the work still to do, and for her unwavering commitment to me throughout, even when I doubted it most. She may be my ‘safe place’ but we both know that therapy is not the ultimate destination – yet to know her even for a few years is a privilege and something I would not have wanted to miss out on. She helps me to grasp new ways of seeing things all the time, not least about love – its presence, and its presence in absence. I am so grateful for her; and I am looking forward to sharing with you whatever the next two years and new ways of seeing things, may bring.
March 24, 2016 at 4:25 am
Happy anniversary!
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March 25, 2016 at 8:11 pm
Thank you Rachel! Always lovely to hear from you 🙂
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March 24, 2016 at 5:23 pm
Good post.
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March 25, 2016 at 8:11 pm
Thank you so much 🙂
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March 24, 2016 at 7:19 pm
Towards a new way of Being. Cheers! TS
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March 25, 2016 at 8:10 pm
Indeed! Thank you for reading and commenting 🙂
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March 26, 2016 at 12:37 am
Another take on the journey of life:
As you set out for Ithaka
hope the voyage is a long one,
full of adventure, full of discovery.
Laistrygonians and Cyclops,
angry Poseidon—don’t be afraid of them:
you’ll never find things like that on your way
as long as you keep your thoughts raised high,
as long as a rare excitement
stirs your spirit and your body.
Laistrygonians and Cyclops,
wild Poseidon—you won’t encounter them
unless you bring them along inside your soul,
unless your soul sets them up in front of you.
Hope the voyage is a long one.
May there be many a summer morning when,
with what pleasure, what joy,
you come into harbors seen for the first time;
may you stop at Phoenician trading stations
to buy fine things,
mother of pearl and coral, amber and ebony,
sensual perfume of every kind—
as many sensual perfumes as you can;
and may you visit many Egyptian cities
to gather stores of knowledge from their scholars.
Keep Ithaka always in your mind.
Arriving there is what you are destined for.
But do not hurry the journey at all.
Better if it lasts for years,
so you are old by the time you reach the island,
wealthy with all you have gained on the way,
not expecting Ithaka to make you rich.
Ithaka gave you the marvelous journey.
Without her you would not have set out.
She has nothing left to give you now.
And if you find her poor, Ithaka won’t have fooled you.
Wise as you will have become, so full of experience,
you will have understood by then what these Ithakas mean.
Translated by Edmund Keeley/Philip Sherrard
(C.P. Cavafy, Collected Poems. Translated by Edmund Keeley and Philip Sherrard. Edited by George Savidis. Revised Edition. Princeton University Press, 1992)
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March 26, 2016 at 6:36 pm
Thank you so much, Dr.Stein. Ulysses (and Hercules!) come up often in my Therapy Odyssey. TS
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March 26, 2016 at 7:57 pm
Thank you – beautiful and wonderful to be reminded of these words……very much appreciated 🙂
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