A Love Letter to M.M.

“Do not exalt yourselves above others, but consider all as your equals, recognizing them as the servants of one God.”  Abdu’l-Baha,  Bahai quotes        

 Years ago you named me “judyJudith” bridging in one word the essence of my being – the serious and the silly, the public and the private, the secular and the spiritual.  I intuitively embraced the name you gave me as part of my cyber-space identity, half tongue in cheek, and half knowing you had identified the truth.

Yesterday morning, before my husband and I put Max to rest, there you are in my office and there you are, again, helping bring clarity to who I am and what I do.

It’s no one’s business what specific issues we were addressing.  But I found myself saying . . .amidst ALL the things I say (for the few billions of you who have never been a client of mine, I “tend” to talk a lot and give my opinion a lot – violating all the therapist training I’ve had – another story) . . . amidst all the things I said was what I needed to hear undoubtedly more than you.

We talked about a dream. – where a once beautiful and symbolic piece of jewelry broke into pieces and trying, trying, trying  to glue them back together and all attempts failed . . . in the dream.
I vaguely and clearly remember (yesterday was a vague haze of total clarity) saying to you that for all of us, when we stop struggling to put back together what once was we can submit to what is.  This the now moment where we can detach from the fantasy, the futile dream of what “SHOULD be, COULD be.  This  is the moment where detachment opens us up freeing our mind, freeing our spirit.  This is the moment, embracing the truth of what is and experiencing the pain of grief, we move on.  This is the fleeting moment we can embrace God.
In that very moment I hear my  truth –  Max’s little body was broken and his spirit needed to be set free.
A LONG time ago another client gave me a moment of truth. I no longer remember details of the session.  I DO remember thinking I was brilliant, on the mark with lazer like focus on exactly what that client needed to hear.
The following week she came in with a huge smile announcing that our last session together was a turning point for her and what I said had stayed with her all week.  Beaming inwardly  (I was trained that a “professional” therapist never outwardly shares their own feelings, experiences or reactions – keep a blank slate at all times), I reply, “Yes, tell me about it” (that’s another thing I learned in training).
My brain turning to a pile of ego-less mush as she recounted something I didn’t remember saying, some throw away words that were insignificant to what I thought was important.
My wonderful M.M., whatever it is that puts the smile on your face are your jewels.  I have no idea what those look like.  I only know that they are yours and yours alone, I’ve not given them to you.
I also know yesterday you gave me a priceless gem.  Thank you.
with eternal love,
judyJudith
P.S. I’m still charging for the session.  Max would want that . . .
 

9 thoughts on “A Love Letter to M.M.

  1. I will not pretend to be able to say words that could help right now, but I hope you know I would do anything I could do to help if it were possible.
    Sandy and Max can now play and be the best friends they were always meant to be.

    with love….w

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  2. Beautiful Miss J ~ ♥♥ ~ Yes, I do believe in all things there are gifts (gems). My heart is full in knowing you see your gifts even in the midst of your grief. I love you my dearest friend and mourn/rejoice with you for we are all eternal. Love, Linda

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  3. Sending Love to you and Max. So are Skagit, Ehrengard, Basil, KeetSeal, Pandora and Sebastian. Hope the have a lovely reunion. Judy-Judith, you are one of a kind and we all love you.

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