Dr. Mary Anne Fifield, CSAT, CAS, LMFT.
Therapy for Individuals in Recovery
Pond Place
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Pond Place: Day Twenty-Six
I woke with Penny scrambling to get free of the blanket. The music was gone, the vibrating had ended, and the comforting thumping was replaced by some horrible sounds. Like fingernails on a blackboard. Screeching, hawing, guffawing, braying, and not in any kind of unity. Just noise. Cacophony. I untangled myself from the blanket, got…
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Pond Place: Day Twenty-Seven
Mr. Yellowy and Butterford are bears that nurtured me as a baby and a tween, my adult bear is Twinkle. She came to me in 1992 when I needed solace. My husband of 30 years had left; I was heading into my future alone. I went looking for a bear companion, and there was Twinkle.…
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Pond Place: Day Twenty-Eight
“Lord, please…. I just want to sleep! My monkey mind is chattering away, and it won’t quiet. It Zip zaps all over, jumping from one thought, one plan, one project to another. So so noisy. Help me please.” “Get up and come to me.” “Penny, we have to go..…now!” So, I got up way early…
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Pond Place: Day Twenty-Nine
I awoke to the sound of clicking and whirring, a hummer was at my feeder outside the kitchen window. It was early and so quiet outside that I could hear it. Smiling, I turned over and went back to sleep, not ready for my day. Neither was Penny because she did not stir. I don’t…
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Pond Place: Day Thirty
As we stepped onto the path, Penny and I were greeted by the Troupe. Aslan and Bear were off to the side and when Penny went to them for her licks and wiggles greeting, they turned and headed off to the Meadow. Geri and Ellie stayed, and Kermit hopped up onto my right shoulder with…