Today I had another counselling session, which is now my 7th. The sessions were extended to 9, so two more to go and then what happens ? Its always difficult to intiate at the start, but some how an hour goes by very quickly. I am thinking maybe I should think about continuing the sessions -we shall see.
This last week my world at home is as before with my MSc becoming embedded with books and academic papers littered everywhere downstairs -I keep on reassuring myself there is a method to my mess, as in unclear ideas and thoughts create the mess, but as they become more focussed so too does the mess. This week has been about backsteppping to the origins of what we hear about so much today about person-centred care and the work of a very eminent psychologist Carl Rogers who essentially is the father of person-centredness and worlds apart from the rhetoric we hear in health and social care today -but alas I have probably lost most of you already. It will all come apparent to anyone who is here in 4 to 5 years time including myself.
Today I visited mum and was met with a grumpy admin officer as the the guys that normally sort visiting were off on leave having missed it during the height of the pandemic. Anyway with that in mind I trudged up the stairs to mums unit and as I walked in she was in her wheelchair and whizzed passed me, as she did she said 'bye'. Mum is such a character even now. The visit today was more subdued but then she had just had lunch and also wolfed down her fave cake I took, not surprisingly within 15 mins she got very sleepy. She loved the flowers although I had to ask where her vase had gone which was promptly found and cleaned out. As usual I left but this time she was dosing so I did my usual kiss to her forehead and left.
Last weekend I picked up my classical guitar and actually played it, the first time in over two years. I wish I had a piano as that is my main instrument, but given my circumstances its not a good idea to have one until I finally settle, but do miss playing piano it was once my fave way of releasing emotion. The guitar has got quite dusty having stood on its stand for the last year since moving, so I have decided to wax the varnish and give its shine back. I don't know when next i will pick it up, but I am closer than I have been in a long time.