I was not there when my therapy went up in smoke. Like most transformations, although it appeared as a moment, it was the manifestation of a much longer process. And whilst I did not witness first hand the incendiary moment, my therapist was able to tell me about it. I cannot remember what we were … Continue reading The day my therapy went up in smoke.
I have often wondered what you pay for when you pay me for psychotherapy. Perhaps: You pay me in the hope I cannot be bought. You pay me since not paying me would seem even odder. You pay me so you don’t owe me, even if you think you do. You pay me to draw … Continue reading ‘What am I paying you for?’
A very short story about a man, a stranger and a herd of goats on a hill-side discussing internal voices, exorcism, angels, demons, multiplicity, integration, healing, listening, the self, the Bible, walking and amongst other things, animal husbandry.
This blog is about an interview I went to hoping to get work as a leadership and executive coach. It describes how the act of making myself invisible enabled the interviewer to see me.