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Posted by sleepygirl on July 6, 2005, at 23:54:43
I know it's supposed to be where you go when your T is on vacation or a T is not available or maybe...when life just sucks. My T is officially on vacation. I'm afraid I am going through a bit of withdrawal. I read the camp brochure and it sounded great. Anyone know how to get there???
Posted by Daisym on July 7, 2005, at 0:27:34
In reply to please give directions to camp comfort..., posted by sleepygirl on July 6, 2005, at 23:54:43
It is two mouse clicks to the left and then about 5 key strokes down cherry lane...
I'm sorry you are hurting. It really does stink when they go away. Do you have plans to keep yourself busy?
Perhaps you could outline how to decorate your ideal bungalow, sort of ala While You Were Out, and let us know so we can have it prepared for your arrival.
Remember, only trikes and scooters are allowed on the property.
Hugs from me. Hang in there.
Daisy
Posted by GreySkyEyes on July 7, 2005, at 12:55:18
In reply to please give directions to camp comfort..., posted by sleepygirl on July 6, 2005, at 23:54:43
> I know it's supposed to be where you go when your T is on vacation or a T is not available or maybe...when life just sucks. My T is officially on vacation. I'm afraid I am going through a bit of withdrawal. I read the camp brochure and it sounded great. Anyone know how to get there???
Wanna carpool? I'll drive, you navigate.
My T's on vacation and I've got withdrawal too. Today would have been one of my regular sessions and I always come to session with Starbucks. So I got a latte to make me feel better, but I just sat there staring at it for a while. It made me a bit sad. I did journal, which helped... maybe you could try the same? How long is your T away?
Posted by Shortelise on July 7, 2005, at 13:42:02
In reply to please give directions to camp comfort..., posted by sleepygirl on July 6, 2005, at 23:54:43
It's a little complicated.
First make yourself something nice to drink. Maybe lemonade, maybe ice tea - something you like. Then put on your favourite music, if you like music, or plain quiet if you prefer. Find the most comfortable place in your house and assume whatever position is the most comfortable.
Then close your eyes. A few deep breaths, let go of those tight muscles, and there we are! I'm the one with the long dark hair, plump, smiling and sitting in a swing on the porch, watching a pair of cats chasing butterflies. On the lawn there are a few of us playing frisbee, running and jumping, laughing. Others are sitting in a gazebo, talking quietly. Someone else is sitting away from the rest near the cliff overlooking the ocean, with paints and paper.
There are fluffy white clouds in the sky.
From inside of the house, a big, many bedroomed Victorian with a veranda all around, there is the sound of distant music, someone playing the piano?
There are gardens, flowers in full bloom, and slight cool breeze to take the edge off the warm afternoon. There is someone on her knees among the flowers, happily digging. In another part of the garden, there is someone with clippers and a basket, collecting flowers for the house.
Someone is cooking, and there's a very slight smell of something delicious on the air - baking bread? Or is it cake? Both? And a roast of some sort? It's hard to tell, as it mingles with the smell of the sea and flowers from the garden.
You're wherever it pleases you to be, in the company of whomever you choose, sitting, dancing, cooking, lying in the grass, feeling close and cared for, safe. Or apart but knowing that your solitude is chosen. You're surrounded by the gentle presence of people who take you as you are, who talk when you feel like it, who listen when you need to speak.
There are no demands here, no ringing phones, no dinner to make, no house to clean, no shoes to shine.
To the quiet tinkling of the ice in your glass, to the sounds in the distance, to the smells on the breeze, sit with us.
ShortE
Posted by sleepygirl on July 7, 2005, at 19:52:16
In reply to Re: please give directions to camp comfort... » sleepygirl, posted by Daisym on July 7, 2005, at 0:27:34
Thanks Daisy,
Well he said he's coming back eventually so I guess a break is a good thing for a while. It's just until the end of July. Let's see what I say later!!
I'm going to read and try to work through a book, it's called "The Artist's Way"-so far it's about shutting out that critical part of yourself, allowing yourself to play, not relying so much on that logical part of the brain. I've heard there's some good stuff in the book, so I guess that will keep me company and also busy.
So I think I need to have some wind chimes, right outside the door, the clunky wood kind (bamboo??), a hammock, some colored prisms in the window to catch the light and make pretty colors, bean bag chairs, recliners, rice krispy treats, and some friends.
I think I'll take a scooter.
-sleepy :-)
Posted by sleepygirl on July 7, 2005, at 19:58:26
In reply to Re: please give directions to camp comfort... » sleepygirl, posted by GreySkyEyes on July 7, 2005, at 12:55:18
Hello GreySkyEyes,
He's away until the end of July. It's OK I guess, except somehow inevitably it's a bit unnerving. I'm planning to start a new journal now. Sorry your T is away. Thank goodness for camp comfort eh? I'll start packing the car, and I'll pick you up OK?
Thanks,
sleepy :-)
Posted by sleepygirl on July 7, 2005, at 20:04:33
In reply to Re: please give directions to camp comfort... » sleepygirl, posted by Shortelise on July 7, 2005, at 13:42:02
oooh.. you are truly talented in the art of guided imagery you know that? Can you add a lady in a flowing white dress playing the flute and strolling down the shady lane? Sounds like heaven. See you at the swing!
Thanks,
sleepy :-)
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