Category: Relationships

  • How the Light Gets In

    How the Light Gets In

    “Start again,” I heard them say, “Don’t dwell on what has passed away or what is yet to be.” — Leonard Cohen

  • If People Were Stray Animals

    If People Were Stray Animals

    If people were stray animals, we would all be worth rescuing. Groups of rescuers would band together, forming networks whose only purpose is to give care and comfort to the abandoned. […] How lovely, if each traumatized person were valued as much as a stray animal.

  • Thank You, Tante Waltraud

    Thank You, Tante Waltraud

    “I’ve lived a beautiful, wonderful life and enjoyed every minute. I’ve done and had everything I’ve ever wanted.”

  • Widows Speak Up

    Widows Speak Up

    We widows and other bereaved folks who cannot get past our losses fear being unhappy the rest of our lives.

  • Breaking Up

    Breaking Up

    Without psychological separation, we don’t know where we end and the other person begins. Our projections veil the reality of things until we withdraw them and set ourselves and others free.

  • Letting Go

    Letting Go

    When the basis of one or more habits decays or disappears, we discover we don’t know who we are any more.

  • The True Practice of Psychology

    The True Practice of Psychology

    The true practice of psychology is human and responds compassionately to the needs of individual human beings. I thank God for people who are more interested in human beings than in systems, for, as Jung said, any large system has the moral capacity of a violent beast. Or, as Jesus said, “The letter of the law kills, but […]

  • Flannel Shirt

    Flannel Shirt

    The flannel shirts I’ve seen on my husband and on working men in my dreams are speaking. I see the flannel shirt. I can feel its fabric in my hands, and I’m driving down the street in the rain and suddenly I’m crying. I can’t stop the tears.

  • Tendrils

    Tendrils

    This is the way things are now that my husband is dead. I don’t know how they will be in the future. I only know how they are now: they’re difficult and terrible, and my loneliness is intense even while surrounded by family and friends. They all have one another, and they have me; but I have no one whose always-open arms welcome me. The one whose arms always welcomed me is dead.

  • Dialogue

    Dialogue

    Everyone who proposes to come to terms with himself must reckon with the basic problem of letting the other person’s argument count.