SMULTRONSTÄLLET WILD STRAWBERRIES: THERAPY AND THE ART OF AGING
by Don Laird by Don Laird Alice was dead. A client I had known for only a short time, but her words still drifted across my consultation room as if they were just spoken. A slight, yet radiant smile, matched by hands confidently holding a mug of tea as she imparted the bittersweet details of a lifetime, mere shadows; wistful ghosts conjured on cue. Somehow, Alice had it figured out. Centuries of philosophical thoughts, tomes of written conjecture, all debating the questions of life and their ultimate meanings, yet none of it seemed as authentic or grounded as a 68-year old woman’s journey from Point A to Point Z, and all stop in-between. Life, death, meaning, and spirituality were the topics Alice wanted to discuss. Death became the third entity in the room: always with us. Alice felt as though death needed a healthier public relations representative. I agreed. The discussion of death has regressed to an infantile wish to live forever, a desperate cry for never-ending Photographyouth. by Timothy Eberly @ Unsplash.com
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THE ACCIDENTAL EXISTENTIALIST
