I’m seeing a new therapist and I think I’ve found the right professional for my particular breed of crazy. Her eyes don’t glaze over when I talk about Carl Jung or Joseph Campbell or Jesus. She’s there for all my wild digressions and exhibits a compassionate curiosity for the unusual way I approach the healing journey.
At the end of our second meeting I got a bit of homework.
I described the feeling I get when I experience God’s presence in nature and she challenged me to recount that description when I’m distracted from the present moment.
I got goosebumps in her cozy, somewhat retro, office. I realized that I can access presence with God through memory. I haven’t felt the need to reset since our meeting earlier today, but I feel confident that this will be helpful the next time I feel pulled in multiple directions