Seja Rachael MA,LPC-S a psychotherapist for three decades, provides insights formed through her experiences with patients.
Some years ago I was sitting amongst a group of meditators anticipating the arrival of the Vietnamese Buddhist Monk, Thich Nhat Hanh. For years I had revered this gentle persistent warrior for peace. We sat trying to be of the moment, following our breath etc. But soon it became apparent that something was delaying
I recall an evening session in one of the creative psychotherapy groups I ostensibly lead. I insert ostensibly because this was one of those nights I was especially grateful to be there. The discussion was in reference to their experiences of rage in their life. They reflected on how they reacted in the past
After so many years practicing as a psychotherapist, there is a necessary artfulness to continually instill my work with alive presence. One of the reliable constants has been my meditation practice. As a young adult I moved to San Francisco. I loved the city and at barely twenty was in awe of all the possibilities.
Wandering Without Wisdom The threshold we enter just before change is discomfiting… for we are in unmarked territory on the way to somewhere else. Here the old knowns are wearing thin and the new possibilities are yet vague hopes. It is hard for us brain heavy humans, to live in ignorance on the way to
I woke up one morning and I wasn’t there. Where I was, I don’t know. I did know this was not okay. For soon, I had to go to work. Going to work as a psychotherapist is a funny business. Some jobs you can go to work on automatic, turn part of yourself off