|Posted by Kelly Gauthier on April 5, 2012 at 9:30 PM||comments (0)|
I was always taught that it was rude to talk back. However, no one ever said whether this rule applied to photographs or not? I don't know about you, but every photograph I have in my possession has at one time or another had something to say; and sometimes they have more to say than I am willing to hear. I find it very hard to ignore something that doesn't need words to convey its meaning and doesn't use sound in order to be heard. The message is black and white.
|Posted by Kelly Gauthier on April 2, 2012 at 9:35 PM||comments (0)|
As I get ready to call it a day and climb under the covers, I'm reminded of something someone said in passing today. "What is it exactly that I should be feeling"? It was a question that I overheard a one girl saying to another as I passed them on the street. I don't know what their relationship was, but from their casual stroll and coffees in hand I was able to concluded that it was a somewhat comfortable one. Now, I'm usually known for walking fast, but this question slowed me to a crawl. For some reason I needed to hear the other girls response. I was immediately drawn into a conversation that I wasn't even a part of. Was it eaves dropping or was it just my therapist radar? I'm still not sure and I guess that's why the experience is still sitting with me. I just know that at the time the question struck a cord.
In therapy I often find myself asking my clients "how does that make you feel?", and more times than not, I get the response "I don't know, how should I feel?". Maybe that's what caught my attention. Here I was just walking down the street when out of the blue I'm presented with someone else's dilemna. It was a strange experience for me because I really wanted to know what preceeded the question. What was it that had this girl wondering how she should be feeling? What was it that had her confused enough to solicit such an intimate response from someone else? I guess I will never know as I wasn't about to stop and ask them. However, what I do know is that far too often people are unsure about their own feelings. So in light of this, I will leave you with this question to ponder on your own. "How could anyone other than you possibly know how you are feeling?"
|Posted by Kelly Gauthier on March 22, 2012 at 7:10 PM||comments (0)|
This is my first blog. It's Thursday night and I'm sitting at Starbucks using their internet connection because mine isn't set up at home yet. I'm trying really hard to concentrate, but it appears my attempt is futile. There are so many different voices at so many different levels speaking at so many different speeds. It's a mass of loud, caotic, uncontrollable conversation. I'm getting bits and pieces from a number of peoples lives and experiences and none of them are making a whole lot of sense at this point. I'm so much better with organization than I am with caos and confusion. Concentrate Kel, concentrate. Just when I'm ready to throw in the towel I'm suddenly struck by how quickly it turned from day to night. Darkness is upon me and the hours I have left to be productive are becoming fewer and fewer. I notice a slight indication of panic surfacing as I think about all the things I didn't accomplish today. "Ah well" I say to myself, "there's always tomorrow". Yet, now I think " what if tomorrow never comes?" I find myself thinking of all the people that have gone before me that probably said that very same thing only to find themselves somewhere over the rainbow. That brings me to this photograph that I grew up loving as a child.
The Wizard of Oz was my favourite movie growing up, and still is to this day. For a long time I thought they had made a movie about me, and that Dorothy and I were the same person. There was so much about her life that I could relate to, especially the desire to find out what was over the rainbow. And just like Dorothy, the pursuit of happiness led me right back to where I started. It was a tough lesson, but an invaluable one. I too learned that if I ever go looking for my hearts desire again, I won't look any further than my own backyard, because if it isn't there, then I never really lost it to begin with. Everything I was looking for was right in front of me. The message was clear.