|Those Winter Sundays|
|by Robert Hayden|
Sundays too my father got up early and put his clothes on in the blueblack cold, then with cracked hands that ached from labor in the weekday weather made banked fires blaze. No one ever thanked him. I'd wake and hear the cold splintering, breaking. When the rooms were warm, he'd call, and slowly I would rise and dress, fearing the chronic angers of that house, Speaking indifferently to him, who had driven out the cold and polished my good shoes as well. What did I know, what did I know of love's austere and lonely offices?
THE STORIES OF FATHERS ARE MANY, HAYDEN CAPTURES
THE REALITY OF ONE THAT MAY LAY IN THE CORE OF
OUR BEING. A FATHER USED BY THE HARDSHIPS OF
LIFE. A FATHER UNABLE TO ARTICULATE HIS LOVE .
A FATHER WHOSE LOVE SPEAKS THROUGH SOME ACTIONS.
YET, FOR SOME OF US SUCH A FATHER WOULD BE
PRECIOUS COMPARED TO THE PAIN OF ABSENCE.
IT IS SO VERY HARD TO MAKE UP FOR ABSENCE.
AUTHENTIC THERAPY HAS A CHANCE TO DO SO.
you can listen to Hayden at http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pjosL9VpXjY
Some of the goals of therapy
To find ways to love and accept love
How to stop getting stuck in feeling bad about yourself
To create a fuller and happier life
To find ways out of helplessness and the feelings of being overwhelmed
To find a way out of the unnecessary pains, sadness, and losses in our lives