In my memory, I am sitting alone on a mound of grassed earth, on a recreation ground overlooking a mental health organisation's headquarters.
Every Friday afternoon I came to this building to counsel clients for the organisation. I was studying to be a counsellor, making up hours towards my qualification.
In my memory, I am sitting alone on a mound of grassed earth, on a recreation ground overlooking a mental health organisation's headquarters.
Every Friday afternoon I came to this building to counsel clients for the organisation. I was studying to be a counsellor, making up hours towards my qualification.
Back then, the purpose of what I was doing in my life was clear and sure. I would complete my placement here, then write my case study and qualify. After that, who knew? Private practice eventually and employment hopefully.
Right at that moment, sitting there on a late summer’s afternoon, waiting for my ride home, music in my ears from earphones, the atmosphere quiet and still all around me – I wanted to stay here. To bask, is that a word for it? Yes, to bask in the peaceful knowing of this time, where I felt some surety in the direction things were moving in. Things were not perfect, I knew that, but there was a positive sense of possibility in my life.
To stay in that sense of possibility for a while, the sun getting lower in the sky and that sense of peace in a day well used, yes I would most definitely want to sit within those feelings again. Before the lingering burnout, and the overwhelming presence of loss and sorrow that has permeated so many parts of my life in recent times.
I know that time has passed now, for me. Innocence lost is not so easily regained, if that is even possible. And yet, am cautiously hopeful for other such moments of purpose in my future.
I was hoping a few pieces would come in that would have work at their hearts: I disagree with the top 5 regrets of the dying orthodoxy in which 'people regret how much time they spent at work.' For my mother, now in her last days, it is the glory days of the bank and her shorthand training before it that she returns to most often in memory, even more than to the brief time of her great lost love.
I love too that you have described a time when you were alone and not in relationship to an other. And how you invoke basking - what a word, what a sensation.
As ever thank you for being part of this project. I love how you write.
Ah Sharon, as a fellow counselor I can feel your words and how the moments of possibility must have felt for you. To sit in the innocence of it all!
You have set me off again along memory lane, and I am taking a different path this time. Away from the memory of my first-born's quickening and towards the days of a different kind of innocence.
Tracey, thank you, had no idea you were a counsellor as well! Well, actually I don't identify with the role now, as not practiced for year and half. But who knows, eh?
I love how you capture that moment of belief and hope when starting out on something new, Sharon. Yes to basking, it's a feeling I think many of us relate to. And optimism. 🙏
In my memory, I am sitting alone on a mound of grassed earth, on a recreation ground overlooking a mental health organisation's headquarters.
Every Friday afternoon I came to this building to counsel clients for the organisation. I was studying to be a counsellor, making up hours towards my qualification.
Back then, the purpose of what I was doing in my life was clear and sure. I would complete my placement here, then write my case study and qualify. After that, who knew? Private practice eventually and employment hopefully.
Right at that moment, sitting there on a late summer’s afternoon, waiting for my ride home, music in my ears from earphones, the atmosphere quiet and still all around me – I wanted to stay here. To bask, is that a word for it? Yes, to bask in the peaceful knowing of this time, where I felt some surety in the direction things were moving in. Things were not perfect, I knew that, but there was a positive sense of possibility in my life.
To stay in that sense of possibility for a while, the sun getting lower in the sky and that sense of peace in a day well used, yes I would most definitely want to sit within those feelings again. Before the lingering burnout, and the overwhelming presence of loss and sorrow that has permeated so many parts of my life in recent times.
I know that time has passed now, for me. Innocence lost is not so easily regained, if that is even possible. And yet, am cautiously hopeful for other such moments of purpose in my future.
I was hoping a few pieces would come in that would have work at their hearts: I disagree with the top 5 regrets of the dying orthodoxy in which 'people regret how much time they spent at work.' For my mother, now in her last days, it is the glory days of the bank and her shorthand training before it that she returns to most often in memory, even more than to the brief time of her great lost love.
I love too that you have described a time when you were alone and not in relationship to an other. And how you invoke basking - what a word, what a sensation.
As ever thank you for being part of this project. I love how you write.
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Oh thank you, Tanya. Such encouragement is so important. Yes, basking was just the right word for that moment, can still see it in my memory.
Ah Sharon, as a fellow counselor I can feel your words and how the moments of possibility must have felt for you. To sit in the innocence of it all!
You have set me off again along memory lane, and I am taking a different path this time. Away from the memory of my first-born's quickening and towards the days of a different kind of innocence.
Many blessings,
Tracey xx
Tracey, thank you, had no idea you were a counsellor as well! Well, actually I don't identify with the role now, as not practiced for year and half. But who knows, eh?
I love how you capture that moment of belief and hope when starting out on something new, Sharon. Yes to basking, it's a feeling I think many of us relate to. And optimism. 🙏