engage

today at a&s i was reminded why im in school for art therapy. that its not just some arbitrary decision a kinda eenee meene your it. i was talking with a woman when i realized what she wanted was some one to listen, so i listened. she talked about her son and speaking in tongues and believing that jesus could help her. so i put on my pentecostal state of mind and let her talk. i believed because she did.   it reminded me of the time in chicago when i escorted women into family planning clinics. it seems like it was always below zero and my toes hurt.  the anti choice people carried signs of dead fetuses and plastic statues of the virgin mary. a woman came out of the clinic and the antis started cheering and saying she didn't kill her baby and swarmed on her like bees on sugar. she looked up set so i punched through the bodies and got next to her put my arm around her and told her if she told them to leave her alone they would have to. ( both sides knew the laws) so she told them to leave her alone and i took her to have a coffee. turns out they wouldn't perform the procedure because she seemed unsure. so she talked and i listened. she thought she was done having kids. she couldn't afford this one. she was going back to school. i think to be a good therapist you must know how to listen. and some times put on another state of mind. im working on being an empath. change my last name to troy. ; >