Transition

I have worked hard
as a psychotherapist
for the last forty two years
and now I am in my seventy fifth year
I have started to slow down a bit, which
leaves me with time and space on my hands.

When I work in a group
or I sit in front of somebody
who is lonely, angry, in despair or distress
at some point a hatch opens somewhere between us
and the gods come out to help, some are filled with light,
some with darkness, some with indifference
and some know exactly where the wounds are,
it’s the most wonderful, dangerous
and frightening thing
to participate in.

The problem is that when I am alone,
more often than not the hatch stays closed,
and I end up spending my precious time
worrying about what’s for tea today …

… and that can’t hold a candle
to witnessing creation repair itself.

DF. S-S 2025 XXXV/VIII