Freedom to Interpret

I finally started to doze off when I heard the owl.  I woke back up not with a startle, but with a happiness for having heard it.  I listened to it for the next ten minutes or so.  Thoughts bounced back and forth- from the owl to what had transpired that day with my bosses.  That symbol of wisdom was right outside my bedroom somewhere, seeing in the dark, looking down on everything around it.  It was confirmation that I was on the right path, even though I have no idea what path that is.

Good Girls and Pink Collar Jobs

 If you are from the southwest or San Francisco, you are used to hippy-dippy, new-age spiritualism and will not laugh when I tell you what kinds of referrals I got.  Everyone else, know this:  ask for therapy here, and  you get referrals to:  reflexology, aromatherapy, crystal therapy, hot stone therapy, sweat therapy, neuro-linguistic programming, massage, scare therapy, rebirthing and on and on.  I was really asking for talk therapy, but I figured, what the heck, I should be open to anything that might open my heart again to a man for whom I’d lost all respect.  Marriage was forever, and maybe there was a magic therapy I could sign up for?