Last day of the hypnotherapy ( integrative counselling ) course today: that I've been on this last year. I'll have a year to hand my work in if I want- and I do, yeah...Arm deepens, eyelids dropping, ideo tor response....I haven't actually lifted a finger on the course except just before Glastonbury, save for my appearances. Anyhow Freud thought he was crap at it- someone's keeping me on.
We had to write a paragaph on 'endings'. I had to make it a poem, My first ever attempt at such a thing, and out it came under the title given:
Nothing ever Ends,
there is just nothing to end
We cannot say it is truth
Nor do we want to believe, in my friend
the outcome, punctual, brief, timely and just fine.
today we have seen ourselves together in a group
I can tell you it serves a divine reason
Or two, we know of this ending so,
has ended in today and not so, forever
Nothing has its time in reflection
To serve the connection between us, when
Out of an ever-ending moment
gathered into time's midst; the separation
And formation, was long ago.
and i read to everyone- there goes my fear of public speaking.
Well, we learnt about loss and bereavement before saying our goodbyes.
We had to write a paragaph on 'endings'. I had to make it a poem, My first ever attempt at such a thing, and out it came under the title given:
Nothing ever Ends,
there is just nothing to end
We cannot say it is truth
Nor do we want to believe, in my friend
the outcome, punctual, brief, timely and just fine.
today we have seen ourselves together in a group
I can tell you it serves a divine reason
Or two, we know of this ending so,
has ended in today and not so, forever
Nothing has its time in reflection
To serve the connection between us, when
Out of an ever-ending moment
gathered into time's midst; the separation
And formation, was long ago.
and i read to everyone- there goes my fear of public speaking.
Well, we learnt about loss and bereavement before saying our goodbyes.