August 2009 Blog Posts (5)

Some of you may be able to relate to this if you knew Bob and had seen him as a client as I long as I had. I have been thinking about some of my previous sessions lately with Bob from a long time ago and have been writing them down. At one point in the '80's, he used some Ericksonian hypnosis and neurolinguistic programming techniques with me to help oversome panic attacks without medication. This was when he had his office on Bouchelle St. in Morganton. With the help of the fish tank bubbles,… Continue

Dear Dadzo



I adopted a burmese cat from the shelter. Her name is Mariana and she's 5yrs old.

I know you would love her. She's so kind and loving like Chaya. She has a silky soft sable

coat and she's very petite at 6.5lbs. I got her right after our trip to North Carolina.

Did you have a hand in this? You would say you didn't but I have to wonder.

In any case, what a treat to have such a sweet companion again.

Love you

with a big… Continue

Anna, I understand the void...yet, I see your strength as you move about your day, one step at a time....

written 3-5-06 after reading her some poetry about Dad, then watching the tears that fell ...(she died April 12, 2006)



I stepped into another Universe,

wetness streaming down my face,

as I recited the poetic words to

my mother of 82

Together we sat in a dense fog

of garbled unspoken aching,

that speared both broken hearts

Dad, yes, we both… Continue

At his birthday table
My dad makes a speech to us
his chin quivering

He says: "thank you all
but one of the closest people
in my life's missing

He looked like Karl Marx
His mind: Sigmund Freud's, his heart
Mother Theresa's."

My dad's speech over
image of white-beard angel
lingers in our minds

At birthday table
We contemplate in silence
The gift of Avi

I found a haiku in Avi's little notebook that reflects how I feel about him:

I am filled with you
It is something we have earned
By having opened