Category Archives: Psychoanalytic
Stop Squirreling Around
I am trying to learn the lessons the squirrels bring to me and am left with the notion that I have to let go of my irritated and angry self to resolve the issue. I want to be in peace and love and intend to get there, even with the squirrels chewing and scratching in my over head space. Maybe a metaphor for my own head space . Continue reading
Moriah the Leprechaun wants some action.
I am weaving together the spiritual practice of dealing with disappointment and letting do of spite and annoyance – replacing it with prayer, well wishing and non judgement. Continue reading
Morning Exercises of one sort and another
The mood can be up and down but this beautiful spring swings me into great form and in this space I can take a look at some of my ideas that are not helpful. Noticing how not to give into the negative influence is an achievement and I hope my mindfulness in this direction grows. Continue reading
Glendalough in Ireland
I just love to travel, whether it is to Ireland where I was raised or to some foreign place half way around the world. Going back to places I visited in the past can hit me in totally new ways and I love the impressions I come home with. Continue reading
Ashes on Ash Wednesday
I was drawn to going to Mass on Ash Wednesday at the beginning of Lent. I am not a practicing catholic any more so I was surprised to find myself in the midst of a catholic mass and even more surprised to have a warm interactive spiritual experience Continue reading
I Am Sending You Light
A recent trip to New York and some conversations with the New Yorkers sparked a review of the divisions in our country, connection to Atlantis and horse dreams. Continue reading
Our Own Prayer Wheels
A collection to honor the stream of Love associated with Valentine’s Day.
May you be well connected into this stream with your people whoever they are. Continue reading
Healing Dreams and Creative Writing
We are at the door that is pretending to be a door. So we left that door and found the round door into the unconscious. All seven of us met and I must have mentioned my pains and aches or … Continue reading
New Year’s Day at the River
You will not believe this, but I went for a polar plunge into a swimming hole, in Black Run River, six feet deep at its deepest, on New Year’s Day. I went there to be at water on this first … Continue reading
Rose Longworth Counseling 