Dr. Mary Anne Fifield, CSAT, CAS, LMFT.
Therapy for Individuals in Recovery
Pond Place
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Pond Place: Day Six
It was the kind of day when everything was annoying. I even begrudged having to water the plants. I wanted to be left alone. I called to Penny and off we went, she unperturbed by my foul mood. When we stepped onto the path, I took a deep breath and was glad there was no…
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Pond Place: Day Seven
Today it was my turn to be eager. After last time, I wanted to see Jesus and to experience the connection again. I had planned my day and when the time came, I spoke to Penny who was sound asleep. But the moment she was awake, she knew and ran to get the leash. Out…
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Pond Place: Day Eight
The day was windy, dark with rain spitting along the sidewalk. My mood matched the elements. I wanted to spit on the sidewalk too. The usual monkey committee was in session in my head proclaiming urgency about matters that were not my responsibility nor did I have any power to do anything about anyway. But…
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Pond Place: Day Nine
I woke up remembering Little Mouse and the quiet time we had with him. Even as I remembered, I was gentled. Penny was still asleep beside me, but if I moved to scratch the itch above my left eye, she would awaken. She mystified me as how quickly she could go from dead sleep to…
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Pond Place: Day Ten
I was working upstairs on the computer entering data into iBank when Penny appeared. She often would come and see what I was doing and then go elsewhere, crawl under the desk and sleep, or sleep in the room somewhere. This time was different. She was whining, pawing at my leg, and then running to…