I’ve walked Madigan. There was less wind today. Last night I couldn’t barbecue sausages because the wind blew out the flame. I made macaroni instead. The weather forecast is hot today 21 degrees. The wind is 16 which is less than the 25 knots earlier this week. The wind is chilly but not in the afternoon.
Last night a motorhome moved in next to me. There are so many empty places. I think the guy is the kind that when there’s a huge men’s washroom with twenty empty urinals chooses to stand beside you.
There’s not much here to be irritated by. My mind really has to look for a negative. I ought to be grateful for everything but I’m wired to find fault.
I’m enjoying reading John. Just read how Jesus explained one needed to be born again of spirit. I feel I play peek a boo with Jesus. John the Baptist observed the Holy Spirit as a dove descend on Jesus and stay with him. Like Bernie said, I pray, Holy Spirit Come. It’s all here. Inside. Heaven is in the heart. The Nous. This interconnectedness. The outer world is the edge.
I enjoyed watching the Mission Impossible 2023 last night. Uplifting. Good versus robot mind.
I have a day of work to complete. Virtual consulting. Psychotherapy by phone and video. It’s not too demanding. It’s work. I’m amused when a person calls it a ‘chat’. A chat is like lying on a beach whereas psychotherapy of any kind is sitting in a study space preparing for a final exam. I have several suicidal people and a few psychotic and am adjusting medications and hoping to get ahead of this before hospitalization needs to be considered. I completed several disability forms and tax relief applications with patients to. I feel I’m doing good , good enough. I’m certainly keeping people alive and out of hospital and onto the right services. I was glad to refer a person for more intensive intervention. It’s what I do. It’s all I can do seeing people at monthly or less intervals. A very different world from the weekly and twice weekly psychoanalytic intensive therapy I trained in. I’ve done such a variety of therapy trainings and this is working out for me. The 3- to 40 hour work week is a whole lot better than than 60 to 80 to 120 work week of the past.
I really like my dog. He’s a source of comfort and joy. My physiotherapist. He ensure I get several walks a day.
I like keeping in touch with Laura. I liked calling George and missed last night’s meeting. It’s a routine. I like the routines but feel constricted by them as well. This is a whole departure from my regular life in many ways. Different place in so many different ways but my own little world. I’m amused by my desire to add a small microwave to my system. I have no room to have it out but I can take it out for use and store it under the table when it’s not in use. I store the tv that way, taking it from the bedroom wall to watch at night in the main salon setting it up on the kitchen counter.
I work on this side of the table but pray and relax on the other side of the table. Using space.
Time to make a coffee and set up my Oscar electronic file and doxy video conferencing.
God is good all the time. Thank you Jesus. Holy Spirit come.
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