change

I realize that ending with the therapist I have seen for two and a half years brings me indirectly into facing that my mother won't change, won't meet my needs. I have acted on that basis for years, but this experience takes it to a deeper level.

rituals

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and hope does not disappoint us, because God’s love has been poured into our hearts through the Holy Spirit that has been given to us. (Romans 5.5)

new life

This is one of my photographs from the photography retreat at the convent last weekend. My daughter had a wonderful time and I got into it too.

the wall inside me turned into a horse and I rode off

This is an old picture that feels like an important symbol right now. I only just realized that I did it almost exactly two years ago.

I wrote a post yesterday that Blogger seems to have lost. I'm just terribly busy with work and having been away two weekends in a row. My last appointment with my old therapist is Thursday.

boarding schools

Christ School does a good job of the elite boarding school look. It was a strange experience for me, as I went to boarding school in 10th grade and for the first two months of 11th grade and it wasn't a success for me. But my son has much better skills at being a part of a group than I did, and he isn't afraid of being a beginner. His teacher, who just moved to Montessori from teaching in the public schools, agrees that public school wouldn't work for him. And we have so few choices around here.

moving forward

Things went well with the new therapist today. I am amazed by how I have learned to have the confidence to say: "this is what works for me." That grew out of my experience of being diagnosed with diabetes and taking the approach "my body, my science experiment."

This afternoon I take my son to visit Christ School.

dependent

Someone I know said it helps her when she gets stressed to remember that she is dependent on God every minute of every day. I'm trying to feel out how to feel reassured by that.