I don’t say this well enough or often enough. Your work is exquisite and complete. The notes from our sessions are such an ongoing resource for our work. I appreciate all this so much.
These notes are so precious. Thank you so much. Please know how appreciated you are.
Thank you for validating me, for sharing the possibility of "nuance, freedom, and grace". For helping me to develop an understanding of my inner world and to grieve. I am so thankful that you are here.
You are helping me integrate my experiences rather than be haunted by them ---to hold the sadness and contentment at the same time.
Thank you for the notes from our last session. I reread them through the week--they are very helpful.
I received two gifts for this day. The first was your compassion and skill. The second was this poem, from my wife.
My parts have settled under your caring presence and Wendell Berry’s words:
When despair for the world grows in me
And I wake in the night at the least sound
In fear of what my life and my children’s lives may be,
I go and lie down where the wood drake
Rests his beauty on the water, and the great heron feeds.
I come into the peace of wild things
Who do not tax their lives with forethought
Of grief. I come into the presence of still water.
And I feel above me the day-blind stars
Waiting with their light. For a time
I rest in the grace of the world, and am free.