July 29, 2010


It was just another night
With a sunset
And a moonrise not so far behind
To give us just enough light
To lay down underneath the stars
Listen to papa's translations
Of the stories across the sky
We drew our own constellations

The west winds often last too long
The wind may calm down
Nothing ever feels the same
Sheltered under the Kamani tree
Waiting for the passing rain
Clouds keep moving to uncover the scene
Stars above us chasing the day away
To find the stories that we sometimes need
Listen close enough
All else fades
Fades away
.Jack Johnson.


The week of work after a vacation is always rough.  I work as a therapist and while I find my job incredibly fulfilling, it sometimes can make me feel like a really small, insignificant part of an enormous machine.  Yesterday was the first time I nearly cried at work and had to close my office door and just remember to breathe

Something I tell my clients when they're feeling distressed is to picture being safe; what does it look like when you're safe?  My picture constantly changes but yesterday I thought of Vermont.  After the wedding reception was over, G and I layed on a hammock and just stared at the stars... amazed and in awe of the view.  The sky was so clear and overwhelming on that night; I felt so small and yet so safe and satisfied laying there with my love.  So, by remembering that it's not always bad to feel so small in a complicated and largely unknown world, I was able to appreciate where I am and 'wait for the passing rain because the clouds keep moving'.

1 comment:

Cassidy said...

ah . that is why i love space . it's nice to lose yourself in something more signifigent than yourself .