Therapy

I started therapy again. It was high time. (Don't knock it until you've tried it.)
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Mothers need therapy -- especially on days after sleepless toddler nights.
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My first session was rather long for "just getting back in the swing" of things.
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I spent 3+ hours out in the warm afternoon sun, raking, pruning, tending, cleaning.
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It was heaven. It was mind-clearing. It was invigorating.

Sometimes it was group therapy -- which has it's merits, bonding and all.
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But honestly, it's the one on one with the Therapist when I get the most accomplished.
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Time spent with busy hands , a full heart, and a pondering head.
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Cleaning the flower beds of winter crud while cleaning the brain crypts of nonsense and flimflam.

I uncovered these pretty little flowers valiantly poking up through the dead-leaf blanket.

I smelled the sweet scent of these little gems basking in the afternoon sun.
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And ended this first therapy session of the year with a renewed heart and mind...
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and a few sore muscles.