I have been in therapy for over 20 years, most have been here at the Estuary. I’m still coming and I now get to write for this place. It is a blessing and a curse. The blessing is that I get to write, something my soul has been longing to do since I was a young child. The curse is that I have to write and now I’m being held accountable.Read More
The Estuary Blog
Throughout their work and lives, our staff and friends of The Estuary become inspired and do some occasional inspirational writings. We have created this blog for them to share their thoughts, writings, and feelings with you.
Please feel free to offer your comments at any time and joining us in this journey through life. You can do this by clicking the link below each article. To access previous articles, click the dates in bold on the calendar to the right.
In the last few months I have watched three beautiful people enter into the physical release of their death. Those of us left behind are devastated with loss and profoundly missing their physical presence. Sadness and loneliness fill our days.Read More
This picture of my father, taken in 2007, found its way back into my life recently. I thought about this photo several times over the years, as I originally wanted to frame a copy to give to my father.Read More
Riding a bicycle for me is more than a chance to get a little exercise, it becomes a chance to quiet all the noise in my brain and pay attention to what is happening right now. So while I peddle my way up Chickering Rd next to Percy Warner Park, I begin to wonder, "Who am I?"Read More
Before my mother died she said to me; “I wish you could stop trying to fix yourself! Why can’t you just be more like me?!”
I have a dining room cupboard filled with dishes and china from relatives who have long since died. I never fully thought about whose they were because my younger sister remembered it all.
She died six years ago.
As I travel through plush lemony woods, I trip on life’s lemons just like anyone else. Sometimes it is comically obvious I cannot see the citrus for the forest.
Recently, I have been so overwhelmed, it seems as if part of my brain is offline. I bump into furniture which I normally navigate unharmed, and I feel like I am functioning outside of the normal timeline. I strain to consider my choices in these lemony situations, and yearn to make the proverbial lemonade. However, my juice has no sweetener. I am worn to a nub, as is my partner. Although we are ‘cup half full’ people, our cup has a leak, and I feel our lives rapidly draining out of it.Read More
I am easily overwhelmed.
The long “To Do” lists of my life easily throw me into an anxious, overwhelmed helplessness. It always seems that I am filled with anxiety, running powerlessly behind a bus that has just pulled away. And I can’t catch it, or make the bus -- or me -- stop.Read More
The recent tornadoes in the Southeast remind me of my life. There have been some very dark days where everything got turned upside down. Times where I have lost a lot, if not practically everything. I have had to sort through the rubble. I have had to put the pieces back together. I have had to rebuild my life.Read More
A few years ago, I went to Rwanda. I trained for months to have my body ready and able to hike hours in the jungle to see the gorillas Dian Fossey gave her life protecting. I had dreamed of seeing these giant animals whose DNA is almost identical to ours. I had not imagined the impact of seeing them on my mind and my spirit.Read More