James Taylor
6.08.2008
Sometimes we are completely spoiled by our patients. Sometimes we get hugs, smiles, and words of encouragement. Sometimes they bring us treats like donuts, Fannie May, magazine articles, and buckeyes. Our therapeutic relationship between therapist and client often spans over several months. My attachment grows as our relationships become a very intense & intimate. Sometimes our patients take care of us : providing us with their wisdom during our hard times or even suggesting that their cough drop brand is superior and that tomorrow they will bring us a few samples. On Friday one of my very beloved patients & her husband presented me with a bouquet of peonies & Angela, Mark, & I with tickets to a very sold out James Taylor concert. Unfortunately, due to confidentiality, I am unable to show pics of the rest of our crowd that made it to James Taylor last night. Might I just say the evening was nothing short of magical for a million & three reasons: many of which circle around the stunning process of healing & compassion for others.
Despite the intermittent rain showers and tornado watches, we found absolute beauty, bewitchment, & silver linings in every moment from the minute I picked our crowd up from the train. From Hank, the Ravinia greeter who eased our anxieties about being rained out, to using 12 o'clock/ 3 o'clock direction finding in order to identify interesting characters that mingled among the 18,000 that attended the concert. We tailgated Pita Inn in my small Mazda while one of the many massive storms passed overhead. We danced- created dances- for any upbeat James Taylor song (or box stepped any slower songs ) as his smooth voice carried a definite feeling of summer onto the lawn.
"You were better for me than I was for myself /For me, there's you and there ain't nobody else /
I want to stop and thank you baby "
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