
Homesick
I never thought I would say that I am homesick for Canada, but this pandemic business changed my perceptions, or mixed them up. Where actually is my home?
I never thought I would say that I am homesick for Canada, but this pandemic business changed my perceptions, or mixed them up. Where actually is my home?
Every time I look at my watch it reminds me how time is melting away…
Many years ago, I encountered a question on a American-style psychology exam. Freudian Slip – is: and one of the answers was “Mrs. Freud’s slip.” I must say that one of the best “slips” I have encountered lately …
What compels a person who in a few months will celebrate her 80th birthday to amass more and more knowledge? To travel for 5 hours twice in 3 weeks and spend 24 hours of intensive lectures, demonstrations and practice in order to incorporate one more innovative technique …
Every time I encounter someone from Canada it feels like my life there comes up to the surface and brings with it memories of places and people…
When I arrived home at 5 PM last Friday, my husband asked a difficult question. “Was it worth driving four and a half hours to participate in a five-hour seminar?” Without hesitation I could answer that in this particular case it was worth it for me. But the bigger question remained…