I’ve bitten the bullet (while I still have my teeth) and am taking the leap (while I still can leap) into the next phase of my life (which is getting shorter by the day)!
My office lease is up this February 2015 and coincides with my (gulp) 70th birthday.
I have wrestled with whether to sign a new lease, rent space from another clinician, buy a van to set up a Therapist-on-the-Go practice (kidding), move to the South of France (sorta kidding) or fade into memory . . . I will close my office along with my 69th year (no kidding).
Being a psychotherapist has been one of the most gratifying things I’ve done in my life. I’ve been blessed to have had thousands (yup, count ’em thousands) of people profoundly touch my life. Therapy is a two-way street. I’ve learned and grown along with my clients. Their pain, hopes, struggles and faith have helped inform my choices, strengthen my faith and deepen my belief in human courage, resiliency and ability to learn & change.
It is almost inconceivable to me that I will be 70 years old and have been “practicing” psychotherapy for 30 years. It is hard to admit that in the last several years I have less physical energy and resiliency. But it’s true. (I like to blame my declining energy on fibromyalgia more than aging because fibromyalgia should be good for SOMETHING).
As I take the leap I will try not to lose my grip on the cord of these words that I do my darndest to tether me in my life:
- “Be generous in prosperity, and thankful in adversity. (THIS is a hard one!!)
- Be worthy of the trust of thy neighbor, and look upon him with a bright and friendly face.
- Be a treasure to the poor, an admonisher to the rich, an answerer of the cry of the needy, a preserver of the sanctity of thy pledge.
- Be fair in thy judgment, and guarded in thy speech. (GOTTA WORK on this – my speech isn’t always guarded as my friends can attest)
- Be unjust to no man, and show all meekness to all men.
- Be as a lamp unto them that walk in darkness, a joy to the sorrowful, a sea for the thirsty, a haven for the distressed, an upholder and defender of the victim of oppression.
- Let integrity and uprightness distinguish all thine acts.
- Be a home for the stranger, a balm to the suffering, a tower of strength for the fugitive.
- Be eyes to the blind, and a guiding light unto the feet of the erring.
- Be an ornament to the countenance of truth, a crown to the brow of fidelity, a pillar of the temple of righteousness, a breath of life to the body of mankind, an ensign of the hosts of justice, a luminary above the horizon of virtue, a dew to the soil of the human heart, an ark on the ocean of knowledge, a sun in the heaven of bounty, a gem on the diadem of wisdom, a shining light in the firmament of thy generation, a fruit upon the tree of humility.” (A TALL ORDER for us humans – one “leap” at a time).
(The Baha’i World Faith, Baha’u’llah)
I’ll keep you “posted” (on this blog) where I land.
Say a prayer that I land on my feet and not my head . . .
P.S. Blu has his own facebook page for the children at the hospital:
(I don’t have my own Facebook page. If it’s as good as a fire hydrant I want one too)
Dear Gloria Human-Being,
You wrote me about your owner Cody and I will try to help you understand him to improve your relationship.
- “Cody rarely barks except when he thinks I (Gloria) am too slow in answering the front door or taking him for walks”. (All humans are too slow because they insist on getting about on only two limbs).
- “He thinks everyone that comes over, came over to see him”. (Gloria Human-Being, don’t be so sure that’s not true)
- “He has a doggie door but if he thinks he’s not getting enough attention, (If he thinks he’s not getting enough attention, he’s NOT getting enough attention) he goes out his door and comes around to the family room door and barks to let me know he’s out there.” (how else is he going to let you know he’s out there? . . . make sure Cody carries his smart phone so he can text message you)
- “When the doggie door is closed and has to potty, he finds me in the house and scratches my leg a couple of times to let me know he’s there”. (Gloria Human-being, of course he scratches your leg. Bend down so he can reach your shoulder)
- “He’ll scratch my leg like that for attention if I’m in the office, to let me know the timer is buzzing when I’m watering my trees”. (We doggies are very conscious of conserving our natural resources – especially since water is the only one we are allowed to drink)
- “If you’re eating something, he will look at you with his ears perked up, but you tell him it’s “mine” his ears drop and walks away. (Gloria Human-being, you must learn to be more generous and share). Although if someone feeds him a snack he may stick around for more. I try to tell my friends to give him carrots or dog treats only.” (Is that what you feed your friends – carrots or dog treats?)
- “Cody has been a treasure to have as he and I are buddies. He loves going to grandma’s house as he usually gets a piece of chicken or meat to taste”. (Grandma rocks! I would like to have her for my Grandma. Please ask her.)
Freddie Parker Westerfield, CDT
Canine Dog Therapist and Animal Behaviorist
LimERICK by Rick
Dogs are incredibly likeable creatures
with many commendable features.
They sniff and they lick
and rarely get sick
whether named Freddie or Duffy or Peaches.
(couldn’t find a name to rhyme with features)
* * *
LimeRick by Freddie
There once was a dog named Freddie
he sleeps a lot in his beddie
never wears clothes
checks you out with his nose
much more cuddly than any teddie
“Absurdly or amusingly eccentric or irrational”
Day 3 of honoring Rick’s birthday season (birthday season rules)
When Rick and I were growing up (childhood pictures of Rick & me) my favorite fun game was to make him get on all fours on the floor while I would stand over him squeezing his neck between my ankles and rock back and forth. Mom just didn’t understand how much fun it was and would yell at me, “Stop!!! You’re going to break his neck!”
I never broke his neck but . . .
. . . Wick’s* wittle brain wrattling around in his head may be the reason for some of his “amusingly eccentric” attempts to heal childhood trauma. Cases in point:
All I can say is it’s a good thing I’m a psychotherapist . . . he needs my help.
*Wick = Rick
P.S. PLEASE do not show these pictures to anyone because Rick is a respected realtor in Denver.
Crazy. Madly deranged and completely nuts. Foolish or mentally imbalanced. The Urban Dictionary
Last night Rick went outside to protect the daffodils from the snow.
The front of the house now looks like a homeless encampment
Rick had a chocolate birthday
Snow is cool but chocolate is chocolate.
Happy Birthday Rick! You are as daffy as your dils!