Memories of a psychiatrist · Uncategorized

Don’t tell them I’m a shrink

Memory, 2009 The ground is covered with stones.  Our host is squatted, touching each stone passively then rearranging it according to color.  He's engaged mindfully.  It's an impressive coping skill.  Even a psychiatrist has to admit that. Nearby, a group of very hungry onlookers stand about trying to look relaxed and patient, trying not to… Continue reading Don’t tell them I’m a shrink