i'm such a liar. i couldn't do it this morning. i woke up and could not imagine dancing away my cancer issues.
what i might try instead though is fishing away my cancer issues.
our friends tom and marime found out about this organization called casting for recovery (http://www.castingforrecovery.org/) that provides weekend-long fly-fishing lessons for breast cancer survivors. i am hesitant only because there's an on-duty psychotherapist. immediately i was like. ug. gag me. and then i remembered that, uh, my current title is psychotherapist and i'm always trying to convince people of the incredible benefits of therapy.
This being human is a guest house.
Every morning a new arrival.
A joy, a depression, a meanness,
some momentary awareness comes
As an unexpected visitor.
Welcome and entertain them all!
Even if they're a crowd of sorrows,
who violently sweep your house
empty of its furniture,
still treat each guest honorably.
He may be clearing you out
for some new delight.
The dark thought, the shame, the malice,
meet them at the door laughing,
and invite them in.
Be grateful for whoever comes,
because each has been sent
as a guide from beyond.
-Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi 1207-1273, written in 1230
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3 comments:
Therapp (verb) away! Fish can ride bicycles; maybe they can dance and you could combine the two for a faster reach to your goal. We're with you all the way and interested to learn about such a vast array of healing opportunities.
Love,
Susan
you're just lucky I don't live in SF or I would have MADE you go.
ha ha! i love this posting.
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