As a group therapist in a hospital, I work with many people who are grieving, sometimes when I’m grieving too.
Yesterday was a day of grieving many tragic losses but also appreciation for blessings, as I hope you can see in these images.
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Here’s what I find when I search for “grieving” on YouTube.
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Thanks to all who are here for this grieving post, including you.
In the past, when I have had red eye (which I am prone to developing because I’m on anti-coagulant medication for the rest of my life), I have asked people to please pardon my appearance.
I assumed that
No more! From now on, whenever I get red eye, I shall ask for no pardons. Why should I? After all,
I am also not going to ask you to please pardon the appearance of my latest photos.
I’m also not going to ask you to pardon the appearance of last night’s special at the Birch Street Bistro in Roslindale, Massachusetts, which was delicious.
Personally, I find it very freeing to stop asking for pardons about appearances. Does anybody want to join me in that?
Here‘s “Guide for the Perplexed” from PARDON OUR APPEARANCE by The XVIII Century Greats.
I like the appearance of that dog and I look forward to your appearance in the comments section, below.
Please accept the appearance of my gratitude, here and now.
Have no doubt; I am going to explain the origin of today’s title.
Yesterday, somebody told me they attended a group session with a famous local “eraser” of addictions, depression, anxiety, and phobias, and the take-away was “Have no doubt.”
Have no doubt that I am going to share my photos from yesterday.
Have no doubt that
Have no doubt — Michael and I totally disagree about that song. One of us has a conscious bias against it and the other one doesn’t.
Have no doubt: I am looking forward to your reactions to today’s blog.
Have no doubt. I end every post trying to express …
Yesterday, one of my friends who works where I park my car on weekdays took my ukulele and posed while holding it, like so:
That’s the topic of my next blog post, I thought — What we’re holding. So I held my iPhone while I took photos of what others were holding, throughout the day.
All day, I was holding sadness and concern for a beloved group therapist and teacher with a serious illness. What I didn’t know, while I was holding that card, was that she had already passed away.
What we’re holding — even if we don’t show it — includes loss, love, pain, and so much more.
Whatever you’re holding now, dear reader, feel free to share it in a comment below.
As always, I’m holding so much gratitude for you.
