I was stretching, reaching, wanting a breakthrough.
The house was small, I didn’t stray far.
The light over the river was fresh then stark then soft.
And it’s rhythm got in.
The night stars spoke to me from the inky water.
The scrapey, scratchy old love seat said “lay me down” and I did.
I never sat in the movie star chairs, they told stories of other people and all people and no people, of twosomes.
And the gentle breeze of the treehouse eased me.
Reflections from a time-out mini retreat just for me.
Counselling, coaching, dreaming and exploring sessions available via Skype or face-to-face on Gold Coast – phone 0423 167 376 to set up a time.
Deborah Jackson, Psychologist.
