We are talking as client and therapist for perhaps the last time. I have come to have a deep abiding respect for this man. He has changed my world view, I see clearly now from my own eyes. We talk about passion, how some people have it and some don’t. How some people rip living plants from the ground, and others find life to be sacred. Sacred. We talk about Woodstock, and the true belief of the sacredness of life. The loaminess of it. I tell him thank you. Our eyes meet and that sparkle is there. He tells me thank you. I know that he has a deep abiding respect for me. We talk again about Loren Eiseley and a story of little foxes, he likens this essay to my story of the doe and her two fawns. He tells me that I am a person of great passion, and that not everyone has this passion and that I must continue to let it grow. It is time to go. The gentle giant hugs me as I prepare to leave, I hug him back. I feel I have met a kindred spirit. I feel a great and deep abiding respect for what my life has become. Later, I look at my hot pink yarn that some people shake their heads at and ask what will you do with it? My daughter she likes it. I bet he would like it too. This hot pink yarn. I feel lonely though, and I try hard to embrace it, but I don’t want to…I want to share this passion with someone else.
