Frosty March morning this campervan morning. A real chill in the air, but the sky promises warmth, it’s thin and almost cloudless and the sun is already making an appearance. A lone blackbird warms itself in the highest branches of the Oak. Thick breath on the air and steam rising from welcome coffee. The Starlings have settled in the top of the Ash, everyone is searching for a bit of sun after a cold night. A couple of far off crows can be heard and a pair of geese pass overhead announcing their passage and progress as they go. The morning Robin returns for a forage under leaves and eaves, also joined this morning by a couple of long tailed tits, not seen them in over a year. Modernity is surprisingly unobtrusive this morning, considering the hour, so it’s quite a joy, as always, to watch the morning unfold from under the Oak. Sadly my coffee is quickly finished. Reflecting on a quiet day yesterday, the opportunity to catch up with a few things, a bit of reading and prep for an up and coming conference presentation. I came across a comment by the artist Nick Cave who said :
“ After awhile, you just get worn away by your own story “
It resonated a little and in true counsellor fashion I have been reflecting on elements of my own story. The ones that wear me away. Sometimes it’s easier to stand back and sit with some one on their journey and together see the elements of their narrative that wear them away and not so see easy with your own. That’s why sometimes you go to therapy to check some thing out. The power of the reflective process for me is to see elements of myself and have an awareness of them, the bits of the story that wear you away. Become alive to them, acknowledge them. For me the awareness and acknowledgement means they lose their power. Lovely days people.
“ For God’s sake, let us be men not monkeys minding machines or sitting with our tails curled while the machine amuses us, the radio or film or gramophone.
Monkeys with a bland grin on our faces.”
D.H. Lawrence.
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