Many years ago, when I was still a young psychotherapist/hypnotherapist, I worked with a teacher whose heart was broken by her itinerant lover…,
She was a young and beautiful woman,
And, as she lay there on the couch, one day,
Tears softly adorning her face,
My heart went out to her…,
To my great joy, we had a major breakthrough that afternoon after several months of therapy,
Notice, I said we, for, therapy is always a collaborative effort,
One side alone, can never honestly take credit,
As the therapist, you reach out across the proverbial misery-river-Styx,
And you hope against hope, especially when you’re young and inexperienced as I was,
That your proffered hand will be accepted,
And that the healing will begin…,
Fortuitously for me, my extended hand was accepted and grasped, and the healing began…,
The joy I felt in my heart when she called me a few hours later to tell me how she was floating on ‘cloud nine’, cannot be measured or described…


Right this minute, a couple of decades later, I’m still ‘plying-my-trade’,
This time on my own wounded psyche,
I too, feel on ‘cloud-nine’, after a very soothing self-hypnosis session where I try to become one with light,
Aaahhh…, what a feeling…,
What bliss…,
I thought by sharing it with my friends on this corner, I may hang onto this nirvana a little longer,
Wishing you all whatever elixir you’re personally seeking my fellow-poets…,
Till next time…