What I would like to know about my therapist?
Are they qualified? Can they be trusted? Are they too young to have experienced / have knowledge of the issues I am bringing? Will they understand me? Will I feel at home with them? Will they listen to me or tell me what to do? Are they strict or gentle? Will I feel safe with them? Can I trust them not to give up on me? Can I trust them to allow me to get angry and know it may not really be them that I am angry with?
Answers: Each person I meet will experience the encounter differently and this experience may alter many times as the relationship develops. We are all unique and constantly evolving.
Who am I?
I am married and live in south Leitrim with my husband and four children. I grew up in inner city London so it has been quite a change living in Leitrim. It is wonderful to have nature all around me – the hills, mountains, lakes, trees and animals.
When I first came to Ireland I heard the ‘sound of silence’ and experienced the feeling of stillness; being in the moment. I had never experienced it before. I began ‘to notice’ my surroundings.’ Silence provides space to connect us to our creator / creative force.
Living in the countryside has opened my eyes to a new world. At school we are taught that nature has a cycle but to experience it is different. To hear the cuckoo, see the swallows come and go, and enjoy long summer evenings where it was still light at eleven o’clock at night were all new experiences for me.
DON’T JUDGE TOO HARD
Do not find fault with the man who limps
Or stumbles along the road
Unless you have worn the shoes he wears
Or struggled beneath his load
There may be tacks in his shoes that hurt,
Though hidden away from view,
Or the burden he bears, placed on your back
Might cause you to stumble too.
Do not sneer at the man who is down
Unless you have felt his blow
That caused his fall, or felt the shame
That only the fallen know.
You may be strong, but still the blows
That were his, if dealt to you
In the same way, at the self same time
Might cause you to stagger too.
And don’t be too harsh with a man who sins,
Or pelt him with words of stone,
Unless you are sure, yes DOUBLY sure,
That you have no sins of your own.
For who knows, perhaps if the Tempter’s voice
Should whisper as soft to you
As it did to him when he went astray
It might cause you to falter too.
Do not find fault with a man who is old
And struggles to find his way,
But stretch out your hand and help him along
For you too may be old one day.
For a man who is old needs a helping hand
With his hearing and sight on the wane,
But most of all he needs a friend
Who will help to ease life’s pain.
This poem was written by a Presentation Brother now deceased.